26 January, 1995 WOW! Tis early morning salt-Seattle, and I have just sprung open from a wondrous dream indeed. Took place inside a vampires house, one cluttered with flats and cigarettes and graid upholstery. I WAS MY TRUE SELF ONCE MORE! Thats to say, Is young-buckish, tawny and buff, limber and savage an grinning and boyish. CJ and Heather were there, loving it up, and Chris Velander and maybe he had a girl, and then there was ME AND THIS AWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL young lady and we were makeout buddies to the new new nth degree! She gave me--oh the most tingling textured kisses, kept me gasping for more when she said thats enough for one day! (only after saying it was better than she remembered)--just enough tension to keep up with her and just enough confidence that she wanted me to keep me striding forward into her bosomful nipple-erect firm and lithe embrace! Oh how she lit up that house! Oh how the world was springing and wet, neverending as a picnick at trailof tears all with the pollywogs and dogs and frisbee slanting thru the latenight sunremember! Damn, but that was me. ALso, the being with the boys: For CV and I were taking CJ to work (at the LIBRARY!), and walking to the car we stopped to play in a misty fountain which was spread out all over this great pavish quadrangle in the town. And the irreverent feeling, the my nipple hardish under my teeshirt feeling, the barefoot thru this world feeling, the jiving with my bro feeling....