othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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Dave was a tough kid, learning the tricks of the trade as they came along.

He learned from the best.

He learned from the cat.

He learned from the bird.

He learned from the hawk. He was a goddamn galosh-swingin', whistlin' pete. Green and mean and in between. His baked clams burned in the boiling water. He dreamed of boise , though the lack of a girl-see was appalling to the young deviant. (apologies to Ernst) He attempted to remain focused, but such attempts often fell awry. And he was left with his friend, and his other friend -- once in a while, he would slip into a trance, listening to the musings of his other pal, but normally he just imagined something different. The sex thing was the last thing on his mind. Where was the love? Where was the LOVE? WHERE WAS THE L-O-V-E? WHERE?

10:35 p.m. - 2002-07-24

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