smootchin' my boy before the 28x whisks him off to the airport, and things are good.

much much better than ever, and yet we cry when we are together. why the tears?

drinking seems to help bring out the tension/sad/stress for another week and we get crazy...lets go outside and pee! lets run the streets all nekkid! lets dance around and fuck underneath the moon! um...lets go back in the house, someone is watching...

and he walks in the ocean thousands of miles away and thinks of me watching the same sky...and i have often thought such things, but keep my secrets.

my random musings...yes.