  Theres this sweet boy I know from school. His name is Terence. Something about his disposition, his demure grace, the way he dances with so much freedom and sensuality well, hes a really good soul.
Of all the new pals Ive met through this group of ours on campus, hes surely the most compelling character. I might not ask him to father my children until I know him better, but the thought did cross my mind. He likes my blog, it seems. I hope he reads this entry soon. You rock, Terence. I hope we can be better friends as time unfolds.
I spent the night with Bryan having greasy pizza and cask-conditioned beers at Pizza Port in Solana Beach. After driving him back to his car, I thought Id stop off for a cigarette refill. When I saw who sat outside An older man in a lawn chair stroking his short, peppered beard. And a lump of blankets a few feet in front of him. A dog, large from what I could tell, tucked beneath a pile of blankets. Save for his little rump that stuck out unprotected. Could have been a great dane. I couldnt tell by its toush. But it was touching nonetheless. This big, noble animal tucked in with blankets and sleeping without any fearful reservation.
Its hindquarters sticking out trustingly, innocently. And a man not fully able to take care of himself, yet his pet creature lies heavily upon the concrete with enough warmth to feel overly cared for. And with that image I take leave to join my own puppy-love in a bout of sub-lucidity bliss. So sleepy. The pain pills, sleeping pills, and beer must be reaching a sort of critical mass. Time to retire. 
