Sunday, May 02, 2004


That's what it felt like he was screaming at me by pulling away. Last night after a long day that started with karate, continued at a local street fair and finished with a perverted clown telling me to touch his "pajarito" in front of a dozen or so children, I admit I wasn't in the best of moods but I wanted to see him, to smell him, touch him. Last night he was hyper, his ideas all over the place and he was the most distant I have known him to be. We stopped for arepas con chicharron at 3 am (mmmmm) and I lifted his shirt a little to put my arms around his waste and he got super concerned that the lihing was so bright and everyone would see his stomach. I just had to step back but I resented doing so.


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