“It was the sweetness of your skin It was the hope of all we might have been That filled me with the hope to wish Impossible things…” ~The Cure Pam and I dated very seriously for a very short time. We met when she worked as a reporter and columnist at my newspaper. It might…
Continue reading →I talked to X for about 20 minutes tonight. She says she’s moving to Dallas soon. She told me she’d write me “this week.” “One day you’ll move away,” I said, “and you’ll forget to send me your address, and we’ll lose touch for good.” “That can’t happen. I’ve got your address. I always let…
Continue reading →Written in the fall of 1981 and spring of 1982 when I was a freshman at Oklahoma University, this document is published here as an insight into my philosophy when I was 18. Key influences: Richard Bach, and tenth English teacher Gil Hernandez. Each individual is free to do anything. What could appeal to an…
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The publication date of this entry is not an accident. September 5, 1978 was the first day I wrote in my journal. Originally an assignment for English II class in tenth grade made by a teacher named Gil Hernandez, I found, as an awkward teenager, that writing in my journal was one thing I could…
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