No, Alex wasn't into it so much. It was Jeff and that Lord Pendragon guy, if memory serves.
Those were my salad days, to be sure, but they were also the days of the most soul-exploding, death-summoning orgasms I ever had. And now all that has somehow faded away. You don't hear anything about b-basting today. It's like that whole life of living on the edge, on the precipice between joy and extinction, has lost its savour.
Maybe we've given up. Grown up? Given in?
I feel very sad.