Mudslide

Even though the world holds over six billion people, it always comes as a surprise how much closer we are to each other than we think. All it takes is one random connection. And, sometimes the conversation involved is TMI.

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P and I randomly connected with each other. It was out of the blue. We were two people who were just living life in our own towns, working at our jobs, and trying to find meaning in the world.

Recently, when talking to P, I mention I know someone who lives in his town. This person (who will be referred to as C) was in a relationship with a well-known newscaster, and I ask P if he knows this media personality. He does. But, there’s more to the story.

Apparently, the newscaster doesn’t work for the network anymore and left due to a – supposed – scandal behind the scenes.

According to P:

His departure was fraught with drama, I wasn't privy to it. Some of his sexual proclivities, however, were. He liked guys with a blue-collar look and enjoyed being... "taken." Apparently, so much so that he went to a party, did a bunch of drugs cut with baby laxative, and allowed himself to be "taken" several times, before earning the nickname "mudslide" publicly. Allegedly.

Pretty shitty, huh?

But, that’s all it takes to bring people together. P and I are just two people who happen to know two people in common who enjoy rough sex with a group of strangers, and the aftermath of mixing narcotics and stool softener. It's that simple.

By the way, I’ll never think of the word mudslide the same way ever again.