  I got a small bit of interest in reading some of the Italy novel. However, I've decided that I'm going to need to keep the site private to prevent theft, public judgement, etc. So if you're interested, again, let me know, and I'll send you the address. I'm only comfortable posting what I've got relatively pieced together (not much so far) that still has lots of plot holes (plot holes! call the mayor! ) in terms of the trip over. Well, I've only spent a handful of hours on it, of what's linear in time.
I'm saving the best bits for when I get there (i.e., New Year's with Anna and that delicious moment when the two of us nearly kissed each other under exploding fireworks). So, tell me who you are, and I'll mail you the link. Watching the mating habits of small jumping spiders in the yard. Dancing males, kicking their feet up in back to make their backs stand up like showing off the hydrolics on their aging/restored caddy.
And the seemingly disintrested females, just sittin' there, probably laughing. I was! Nice to be out in the sun, tanning the fat, and being happy that it wasn't me who ended their life this week. Lunch with Andrea to talk about it. She lived with him. Fuck, suicides by queers are traumatizing to hear about. I've tucked some emergency kleenex into my boardshorts pocket. 
