bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings
Sunday, July 21, 2002
As the Jehovah's Witnesses gather around the corner on Avenue C, and I'm looking for the right drug to take to rid me of the aftereffects of last night's pizza/beer/weedfest, I'm getting a bit nostalgic for those college days when SANDINISTA! was blasting from my stereo, and I used to sign my letters to my dad "D Ortega". Back when born-again Christian wasn't a dirty word (I learned Liberation Theology from my born-again PoliSci teacher), and I flirted with the idea of quitting school and joining those Japanese monks marching for peace (oh wait, I did that, for all of 2 days) ....... ahhhh, youth!