Not Frank Yerby’s best, but certainly an interesting premise. Colin Sniffer is a Kentucky tannery owner obsessed with cramming his nose into the coy collarbones of antebellum babes. They seem to be okay with it, but I’m skeptical. Hopefully I can get my hands on his masterpieces, The Garfield Boner.
This was an advertisement I did for Right Fit, a casting company specializing in different kinds of…boys. Yeah, I know. Listen, we all have to make a living and the early 90s were pretty hard on me, so I might have taken a job or two that didn’t exactly seem okay.
Here’s some goofy shit that doesn’t quite qualify as art, but does qualify as my desperately appealing for your praise, attention, and scorn — I’ll take scorn. Please.