Submitted for your approval: Fate’s perverse sense of humor. I checked out Lacy Havok at Almost Evil Girls right after I re-read On The Road. When I slurped that book the first time, at 18, I found Sal Paradise’s obsession with Dean Moriarty a kind of awe-inspiring hero worship. This time, I thought to myself, “Christ! That fucker REALLY wants to suck Dean’s cock!” This all contributed to my imagining filthy voyeuristic thoughts rampaging through Lacy Havok’s coconut as she smokes and strips, devouring Kerouac’s Coltranesque prose in an orgy of all-natural Big Sur bohemianism. The shoot’s not long on flesh, but since Lacy is exactly the kind of girl who would have sent me into orbit the year I first read On The Road, I think of Lacy Havok, I even think of young Lacy Havok as the freaky deathrock girlfriend I never found, I think of Lacy Havok, I think of Lacy Havok.
Lacy is the kind of girl you KNOW better than to bring home to your mom but you sure as hell can’t get enough of her yummy pussy or perky tits- it must be hard being so hot…or does it just make YOU hard?
