How Colt Broke My Heart

That's right, talkin' about you, Jim French. You publish this series of pictures of lovers (so I read and I believe it's true with every fibre of my being) Rick Wolfmeir and Mike Betts.

Okay, I'm back. Just had to go drink some water.

And you promised, Jim, you PROMISED these were a mere draft, a rough cut, for a proposed movie featuring these two gods wrestling. Maybe to see who was stronger? Perhaps there'd be a certain amount of ripping of clothes? To find out who'd be king for a day? (As if we didn't all know and secretly pray) I was all set to pull out my credit card but it never happened. Because some things are just too good for this world. Over the years I've had to make do with this glimpse of what could have been. Repeatedly. And to judge by his unofficial portrait of these two, so did Tom of Finland.