But, on with the project. I got stalled because I got stuck. I wanted to write something for Greaser but had a brain fart every time I sat down to write.
My friend, I finally have a little something. It needs work. I may even have to write something else. Meanwhile, there's this:
The Gateway Drug
by Allegro, for Greaser
A patch of time follows me now
There may be regret, or gratitude, or shame, or pride
I cannot tell you today
Perhaps I could tell you yesterday
It did not follow me then
I feel the warmth behind your words
Your intentions
I see a wry smile
I giggle, all flushed
Who am I in this older now?
I bend my own rules so much they change
Never quite fixation
Always exploration
I respond to my own laughter
And feel the change
I hear doors opening
I drift and fall into someone else
After all,
You are my gateway drug
The patch of time follows me now
(Did you know it had to be you?)
So that I cannot look back
(But did it have to be me?)
But perhaps there is some clarity
(Or at least, pointed memory)
In living it again
Love to you, my friend.
I'm reading it over now, and I think I might hate it, but that's for me to decide tomorrow. The point it to keep creating and keep pushing.
There are more to come. Some more poems, some other stuff too. It's by time there's some other stuff.
Toodles, loves. 
I see a wry smile
This struck me because I tend to smirk often. Sometimes I don't even realize that I'm doing it until someone asks me what I'm thinking about.
I'm truly flattered and humbled to know I've had an impact on you.
Much more love in return