72. buenos aires and cocaine powder in little shamrock
i feel like a young man. what does it feel like to be a young man? it feels free. feels like being set loose in the world, in half moon bay on a string, a needle and a thread, a risk and a bet. and just exploring what's there because there was no one else who's explored it before.
i left my whole heart out on the court today. so it really doesn't matter what i do. responsibility and freedom fit in one glove each, one hand each. and i wear them. both. like a sin and a gift. i try, i really do. what i find today is that they go hand in hand. don't forget, this is the diary of a catholic boy? this is the diary of a catholic boy.
my cherie amour, don't venture too far into the wading water. i stand right here, awaiting all that the world has to offer us both. i am here with you. slowly, pacing. pacing, as i ever do. shopping, for what i believe we need. how could you ignore what i say? i'm just a man with some dreams and a hopeful plan. must you rebuke me? rebuke me? ah. i know. i love you. i don't know. we figure it out together.
i'm a love-aholic. i'm an alcoholic. i'm a workaholic. i'm every kind of holic you can find. ain't that beautiful? it means i live life to the fullest each day, never taking a moment for granted.
in buenos aires, apparently, according to the man with the superman hair in the island of little shamrock in the inner sunset, the women are sexually active. oops, never mind--that was quebec. i mean, in buenos aires, they have a flair of a different kind of world. so you must go, apparently.
alas, i must go. not to buenos aires, not just yet. but to someplace in the mind where i am free to venture, free to explore, free to discover, free to yearn, free to splurge, free to become. in buenos aires, i know they dance. i know they kiss. i know an apology is worth every despair because we don't know how to send it. and that's okay.
in america, we have shake shack and in n' out. we have five guys and raisin' canes. we have every kind of fast food corner. just for you. because it's all about clowns and services and fast convenience. just for you. ain't that the experience we all crave?
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