It was Friday afternoon. I walked nervously to the corner to see if the new issue of the Berkeley Barb had arrived yet. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the issue there. I put a quarter in the machine and pulled out a copy. I could hardly restrain myself. My ad should be in this issue and I was dying to open it up and read it, but I was afraid. I was afraid that people would see me standing on the street corner reading all the massage parlor ads. I tucked the paper under my arm and headed for my apartment. Once inside the door, I flung myself on the bed and turned to the ads. What if it’s not there? … But no, there it is! As big as life!