oh my God! like your poem - feel it to my toes. i sure know the feeling of someone crouched over their stinking laptop- i hate it- i hate technology- all of it. at this moment- it was merely his gateway to reviving ancient- rancid "friendships" of whatever nature that he could now (old & retired) turn into new exciting (sad sad sad) adventures. hearing myself say it- i can hardly recognize the sweet sweet man i met & loved- where the heck did he go? i'm askin...
you said it all- snuck out the back door- i'm in Mlc land- wonder if i'll ever get out
