I didn’t really. It chose me.

I am putting in Q school when suddenly one of the notorious “hooter’s waitresses/ cart fuck girls” bends over the fringe to read my putt. I caught a whiff of her muff as most tour professionals at this point ignore the girl and stoke their ball towards the hole. I left the putting green and stroked my cock in the lightening shed by #2 tee. A move one would be DQ’ed for on PGA tour.

But not the Hooter’s tour.

Granted when I returned to the putting green my girl was gone. But I was soon relieved to see her off the #5 fairway blowing my caddy, while playing with his balls, similiar to the way i like my “road head”

And thus my journey began: The Hooter’s tour. Golf and hookers.

The way it was meant to be.

~Thad Longfellow