Monday, August 27, 2001

"We're like crystal, we break easy
I'm a poor man if you leave me
I'm applauded, then forgotten
It was summer, now it's autumn"

1:45 a.m. By the time New Order's 10 minute+ remix of Crystal was playing, my jockstrap was pulled down under my balls, both my hands were pushing at the back of his head, and my sweat was dripping off me and onto him. Patrick Cowley's 1982 megamix of I Feel Love found me squatting, inhaling his heavy, sweaty, fuzzy balls, so there was no need for poppers.