5.1.99
"May Day is Lei Day in Hawaii…."
A local couple of singers, the Brothers Cazimero, made that declaration many moons ago, and have been reminding us of their presence at an annual concert at the Waikiki Shell every May First since.
Before I start on the bullshit, humdrum details of my existence on this planet, I'd like to share a thought that was communicated to me a couple of days ago:
There, in "teal and mint" are the words that Mike sent along to me last week. He and I went through a lot of shit together in our formative years, with very few, if any people to guide us along, aside from our peers.
Quite a different attitude prevails now. You've most likely heard of my friends Arion and James. They are both 18, and up to their collective asses in the "High School Experience" in their own communities. I draw a great deal from their experience, and in turn, offer my sage advice when requested to do so. That is the one experience that the Internet offers that I wish were present when I was a kid. That ability to talk to some one who had "been there and done that," someone who was gay, and was willing to listen to the pain and misery that I was enduring. Now, seven hours after beginning this entry, I am ending it. Ironically, for a good portion of that time, I was talking to James, and later Arion. They are really remarkable young men, even if they think me a bit off at times.
What the hell…I think I'm a bit off at times. More soon. Now, sleep (5/2/99 0150)
A local couple of singers, the Brothers Cazimero, made that declaration many moons ago, and have been reminding us of their presence at an annual concert at the Waikiki Shell every May First since.
Before I start on the bullshit, humdrum details of my existence on this planet, I'd like to share a thought that was communicated to me a couple of days ago:
I read your latest entry today. I know what you mean. School sucked. I often entertained pipe dreams of the school burning down so I could just go home. Of course pipe dreams never translated into pipe bombs. I don't know if we just held ourselves to higher standards, or something darker was going down with those boys in Colorado. When I think of suicide, I usually think of being all by myself first, not bumping off a herd of people I don't like. Christ, they might be there to haunt my fuckin' ghost forever! Bad to worse if you ask me. Why couldn't they just blow off steam like we did? Grab some squeezable girls and goof off, or grab no one and drive off into the night and talk of better things? Those times were bad, but we made the best of them. Somehow we always believed things would get better, and sure as shit, they always did. We learned mighty lessons Robert, I guess we should pass them on to our offspring before they off each other.
There, in "teal and mint" are the words that Mike sent along to me last week. He and I went through a lot of shit together in our formative years, with very few, if any people to guide us along, aside from our peers.
Quite a different attitude prevails now. You've most likely heard of my friends Arion and James. They are both 18, and up to their collective asses in the "High School Experience" in their own communities. I draw a great deal from their experience, and in turn, offer my sage advice when requested to do so. That is the one experience that the Internet offers that I wish were present when I was a kid. That ability to talk to some one who had "been there and done that," someone who was gay, and was willing to listen to the pain and misery that I was enduring. Now, seven hours after beginning this entry, I am ending it. Ironically, for a good portion of that time, I was talking to James, and later Arion. They are really remarkable young men, even if they think me a bit off at times.
What the hell…I think I'm a bit off at times. More soon. Now, sleep (5/2/99 0150)
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