August 23, 2006

one chest heated


There are certain memories that heat your chest like a glass of wine on an empty stomach. I had one of those memories today it was of a summer past full of dark meetings, denim shorts and grape flavored gum. I smiled at the thought of how he did his hair when in fact the affair on a whole was nothing better then stepping in shit. But ah the memories still heat my core.

10 comments:

Pause said...

You are remembering what is gone but I hope you don't remain in the past.

Doug The Una said...

Photo!

I wondered what you did between torrid romances. I guess the empty jug is clue.

Rio said...

croaker. no i am not remaining in the past, i can smell his colonge and not fall to my knees anymore

doug. thats right i drink jugs of carlo rossi and watch baseball

Anonymous said...

lol, that was great.

Pause said...

That's good to hear Rio. You will love again.

Rio said...

cooper. im glad you enjoy

croaker. oh i have this is old news really

conjon said...

hey "rio,"
thanks for the comments. I did see your sister in-law and actually partied with her in Prague and Berlin. I'm eating one of her diabetic yogurts right now. Yummers. I think she is in Milan now with some dude.
peace from the east,
c

k said...

I like your blog too. It's very grown up (in a good way).

Ariel the Thief said...

two glasses?

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