Oh my...Liz and I had the strangest night tonight... I was fully buzzed and half naked. Much alchohol. Encountered my ex, the cocaine addict. Me actually stopping traffic on Castro & 18th doing an erotic drunken dance on an overhang of a building in my vampire outfit. 20 incriminating photographs from strangers taken. Audience participation. Proposition from a married woman, said participant. Streetfighting. Riding home in a cop car. Liz blushing and holding my hand all night as we ran through the city at its darkest, giggling...much snuggling...so much to tell, but am too tired. I will be the storyteller tomorrow, my children...but for now, the surreal dream must end. I want to go to sleep and think about her hand in mine, our arms interlocked and how bright her eyes are...when I touch her, my body recalls old ghosts of moments long dead, my hands will their own path.
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boxterjulep:
do tell! sounds like a BLAST. how did you escape the cop car and take to the streets?
mistersatan:
Wow! You too? What are the odds?
