memories of the old man

hey.

just thinking of my dad. weird. i remember wanting to kiss him, open mouthed. didn't do it. i think.

still odd. maybe as odd as when i asked my girlfriend to hit me in the face. which she did.

wasn't as much fun as i hoped, but still hot.

and jill, smoking dope and fucking. great afternoon.

though, hard to beet making out with waxman and eating chocolate chips.

then again, what is