Today I went to SF to visit my friend from Cincinnati that I have not seen in four and a half years. Granted, I was a trifle afraid because I know of his hardcore drug history.
Of course, things went beautifully. We met outside of SF's MOMA on the most beautiful day of the year. The clearest of blue skies with a slight chill in the air, but the weather was as such that just as you start walking the sun strips you of just your coat.
I looked down coming out of the gift shop. There he was, sitting alone against a stone pillar. Knees up eating a ham sandwich. Hood over a multi-coloured trihawk, baggy black and red zippered pants. My eyes laid upon the young man and I walked right towards him. Without saying a word he jumped up and gave me the tighest hug I have had in as long as I can remember. He gave the kind of hug that screams "I MISSED YOU DONT LET ME GO!"
We started chatting. His eyes and skin were clear. He bounced a little when he walked. Looks are so deceiving. Under that ripped and dirty sweatshirt was an educated mind, a talented mind, a compassionate mind. Through the eyes and straight into the nooks and crannies of his veins I could feel the anxiousness of looking for love.
We were down on the Haight in Wasteland when he turns to me. He tugs off a ring that is on his finger that I did not notice before. He hands it to me nervously and said "oh i almost forgot. I picked this up for you at home". I was completely and utterly dumfounded. I stuttered. I was already nervous and talking much to quickly today for fear of being a fool and not saying anything. This just added to the confusion.
I took him back to the hotel room and used the restroom. I unhooked the gold angel pin with the little sparkling white diamond from my jacket. I found two seashells and placed the pin in the cusp of one and placed the other on top.
As we walked out I noticed him begin to cry. His eyes gleamed and the tops of his cheeks turned bright pink. He begged for me to take him home. I tried to comfort him, I tried to be reassuring of his future for which even I was uncertain.
As I walked to get in my car, I turned. "And by the way. Your sink. To the left there is a shell. Open it. I love you and I will see you soon."
I fought tears all the way home knowing he was flying back tomorrow full of unhappiness, and too many questions without answers. Flying home to more uncertainty than I've known in my entire life put together.
Of course, things went beautifully. We met outside of SF's MOMA on the most beautiful day of the year. The clearest of blue skies with a slight chill in the air, but the weather was as such that just as you start walking the sun strips you of just your coat.
I looked down coming out of the gift shop. There he was, sitting alone against a stone pillar. Knees up eating a ham sandwich. Hood over a multi-coloured trihawk, baggy black and red zippered pants. My eyes laid upon the young man and I walked right towards him. Without saying a word he jumped up and gave me the tighest hug I have had in as long as I can remember. He gave the kind of hug that screams "I MISSED YOU DONT LET ME GO!"
We started chatting. His eyes and skin were clear. He bounced a little when he walked. Looks are so deceiving. Under that ripped and dirty sweatshirt was an educated mind, a talented mind, a compassionate mind. Through the eyes and straight into the nooks and crannies of his veins I could feel the anxiousness of looking for love.
We were down on the Haight in Wasteland when he turns to me. He tugs off a ring that is on his finger that I did not notice before. He hands it to me nervously and said "oh i almost forgot. I picked this up for you at home". I was completely and utterly dumfounded. I stuttered. I was already nervous and talking much to quickly today for fear of being a fool and not saying anything. This just added to the confusion.
I took him back to the hotel room and used the restroom. I unhooked the gold angel pin with the little sparkling white diamond from my jacket. I found two seashells and placed the pin in the cusp of one and placed the other on top.
As we walked out I noticed him begin to cry. His eyes gleamed and the tops of his cheeks turned bright pink. He begged for me to take him home. I tried to comfort him, I tried to be reassuring of his future for which even I was uncertain.
As I walked to get in my car, I turned. "And by the way. Your sink. To the left there is a shell. Open it. I love you and I will see you soon."
I fought tears all the way home knowing he was flying back tomorrow full of unhappiness, and too many questions without answers. Flying home to more uncertainty than I've known in my entire life put together.
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gil:
Happy Christmas
prettyb0y:
Just turned Christmas Day in the Eastern Time Zone. So Merry Christmas! Hohoho! 