Archimedes' Lever - San Diego Swish

Just received an email that may tell some more about your troll here.
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I was seeking some information on gay DVDs and came upon your
discussions involving one calling himself “Archimedes’ Lever”. I
think that I met this brute and I want to warn you about him. He is
not someone you should ever trust. He can hurt you if you let him.

I first met him at the San Diego Eagle, a fabulous nightspot where I
went one Wednesday evening to show off my new leather chaps. He was
sitting alone at the end of the bar and there were four or five empty
barstools separating him from the next patron - a delicious hunk whom
I engaged that very Thursday. Anyway, Mr. X (I won't use his real
name here) forced the empty stools by virtue of his BO. He positively
reeked. Well, I do find that quite attractive as it usually indicates
a real man, so I approached him and offerred that time-honored
greeting, "May I push that stool in for you?" Well, I must tell you
that Mr. X jumped at the chance to chat and we sat there for quite
some time talking about him; that's ALL he wanted to talk about. He
never even mentioned my new chaps, so I suppose that should have been
a red flag for me. In any event, he went on and on about how he
spends all of his time on his computer - and his eyes lit up when he
described his computer, massive hard drives and speed. Frankly, the
hard drive talk really turned me on, but I later found out it was
really about Western Digital drives and was NOT a surrogate for what I
was interested in at all. The guy is a fruity gay geek. After some
time I asked if we could go somewhere more private to continue our
conversation and he took me to the Sunburst Court Inn on Alabama.
After surprising me by suggesting that we pay Dutch, I foolishly went
along and soon we were together in the West Suite. I expected
something might begin there and it did. He began telling me about his
escapades on various newsgroups, citing alt.video.dvd for special
mention. He told me how he was vastly superior to everyone else in
the newsgroup, but they did not recognize it because they were all
less intelligent. Then he broke down and cried for a while as he told
me some of the things people said about him. It was then that I felt
I could successfully approach him. Well, I was wrong. As soon as I
reached out to touch him in his moiment of need, he reacted
instinctively by moving away to a corner of the room, dropping his
shorts, and furiously masturbating while calling out the names of the
people in the newsgroup. Needless to say, I was disappointed and
scared so I left the room immediately. I could still hear him calling
out the names as I walked out the front entrance of the hotel. The
Night Captain told me that was his usual behavior and I shouldn't be
concerned at all. I saw Mr. X again a few days later, on a weekend,
at Black's Beach. He was wearing a Speedo and his stomach hung out
over the swimsuit, drooping down below his crotch level. I chuckled
to myself thinking that he must pee into his belly button whenever he
goes to the bathroom. He walked past me with a bit of a hand greeting
wave that I didn't acknowledge. That seemed to agitate him as he went
into the water talking to himself. I couldn't hear what he was
saying, although it sounded like names of the people in the
alt.video.dvd newsgroup. You should all be very careful of Mr. X.
What concerns me most is his repeating your names so often.
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