Cigars, cigarettes, cock. They're shaped somewhat alike and really all the same to Delia, who would prefer to suck on a stogie if given the option. When asked why that was, Delia began telling us a story about this Polish bowler named Stanley. Or Stosh as she preferred to call him. Stosh, as it happens, was Delia's first love. He was from Milwaukee; he smelled of cheap beer, barbershop cologne and El Productos. He showed her how to throw a backup ball into the 1-2 pocket and that's what made him so special to her. Stosh also liked Doo Wop. With his Banlon pants gathered around his knees, he would sing the entire collection of the Edsels while fucking Delia in the missionary position. Now every time she drives past a bowling alley, mist gathers in Delia's eye. It's hard to relinquish such fine memories.