Monday, August 27, 2001

1:00 a.m. It was unusually dark in there. I spent 5 minutes, received several grab and runs, and I went back up front, parking under the huge speaker. Bored, I soon dove back in, but this time, the curtain must've parted, because there was enough light to recognize a handsome short muscular guy I've seen in the neighborhood. I followed him into a corner, he sat down, but I was too shy to make the first move. I guess he could tell I was interested, and his arms grabbed my hips, pulling me in. A little off balance, I fell forward, putting one hand against the wall, the other on the back of his head. He looked up, beautiful smile, and I tasted his full, sweaty goatee.