i wrote this last month, when i was in Monterey. now that i'm online again (as of yesterday) i can post it....

For Greg


Were you happy
When you were a street kid?
Liberated, running on the
Roofs of Monterey?
Sleeping in Alcoves-by-the-Sea?
Hungry but meeting people
Who shared,
All the time knowing
All the time thinking
Of me
Warm and clean but restless
Not in a ’79 Mustang, curled in the seat
But Fusz Hall, a private room
Running in PTs with a pack
Who could not share (but would protect)
My thoughts.
Were you happy
When you were a street kid?
Because I tried to kill myself
In the preppy village on campus.

may i have an early commission please? i am ready to go kill someone.

who are we declaring was upon? "war of the 21st century"

ps my friend Zany Matt has been ignoring me. he will pay.

i am working on lyrics for some music Matt left with me before he went to OCS. it's harder than it sounds because i have to come up with most of the melody too, and he only left me a bit of the music. it's fun though.

my flight is now the "Echo El Caminos." quite fun, if i do say so myself. we're paired with the Delta Desperados. Low Rider....

i've been eating nothing much. slim fast. it's not fun. air force requirements, and i'm too heavy. i ran this morning, too. running is more difficult when you haven't been eating as much.

i'm reading a book about Naval Aviators. it's been handed down to me with instructions, "read, so you'll know what i'm going to do."

second week of school starts tomorrow.

st louis is nice... 80degrees. the canoe trip was great. blah di blah.

i have a new pair of snowboarding shoes on at this very second. i've suddenly been handed a free pair. i have a feeling that i will soon be spending money on winter sports as weel as my biking passion. starting this may i will have the money for all of my materialistic tendencies. i've never snowboarded before. if i'm lucky and i get to go this december, i will find out if i have the knack or not.

oh yeah. PFT was saturday and although on the situps and pushups i didn't push myself, i kicked butt on the run. hear that? i actually pushed myself those two miles. thanks to Iveta, of course, who ran with me.