I did it. I popped my Lansdale cherry. I know a people or three that love them some Lansdale, but I had never experienced the man for myself. Unless you count the film Bubba Ho-Tep, which was based on his short story, but that was more like letting Lansdale feel me up in the back of a car. There was also that stage production of By Bizarre Hands, which I saw in a small Long Island playhouse with the man himself in attendance, but I’d consider that third base at the most. Other than that, I swear, I’ve never done this before. This is my first time.