yesterday

As the 3rd cup of coffee tries its best to wake me up, I am slowly remembering July 3rd:

helping an ex to buy and install his first-ever air-conditioner

loosing 5 pounds in sweat building a windowsill frame out of scraps of wood in his 102 degree apartment

someone's teeth scraping on my cock in the dark

people dancing to bad music and not getting out of my way

cool song finally plays, and the nit-wits don't know how to dance to it

dollar draft beer(s)

something about making a quiche for tonight's rooftop viewing of FOURTH of JULY fireworks

bouncing up and down on my bike at 3 a.m. while still listening to the same Le Tigre CD for 3 days in a row

fantastic calamari/garlic pizza courtesy of grateful ex boyfriend

the most beautiful man in the world fixed my bike chain; but cautioned me that my ball-bearings might need some attention