Distilled
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Fri 09.15.00
fourth floor, friday night

When I first met the theatre boy, he was drunk, and I being sober was amused. Talkative, asking random questions of me and taking the time to point out that the other boy I'd been talking with was gay.

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Another boy: this one with oh-so-soft dark eyes that are hard to look at for long. He is laying on the floor with a goofy grin plastered across his face.

He says to his roomate, "Save me from myself..."


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