Not sure how this eluded me so long, but read up.
Billy Baker: The first time I saw Robbie Concannon's penis was in the early '90s at a party on the top floor of a triple-decker in Southie.
It was one of those kill-me-it's-so-hot summer nights, and you can plug in only so many air conditioners before the fuse blows and the house goes dark. When the lights came back on, I noticed the room wasn't as bright as before; the lamp next to me had a pair of shorts covering it. Before I had time to think it through, a lean, curly-haired kid in his early twenties was standing there wearing nothing but sneakers and a smile. "Do you want to see the terrier?" he asked a group of young ladies. It was a…
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