Shaune

Hey there Shaune,
So, I have to tell you now, for fear that even this far in advance, you may have plans.  I will be home for a few days…July 29th-Aug 6th.  So…yeah.  I’d like to see you.  That’s truly an understatement.  And of course, if your idea of fun is helping me get my stuff from Northampton to my Mom’s in Scotland (truck needed) feel free to let me know.  I would truly appreciate it.  Other than that, I’ll be in Noho for the first bit of it, until Fri the 1st, then home on Sun the 3rd.  So, meet me in MA or whatever, but let me know when’s a decent time.  Maybe a show?  Maybe some beers?  Who knows?
Ok.  Life is just fucking grand.  I am destined never to be satisfied with anything.  (After high school, how could it possibly get better?)  Just kidding.  I’m restless again.  So there I was at work last friday, downloading UC Berkeley’s PhD applications off the net.  I must truly be out of my mind.  The program looks great though.  Education/Anthropology.  I’m stoked.  Of course I’ll be more stoked this time next year when all the meetings and ass kissings are over.  And possibly I will have gotten in.  Hey, who knows?

Dear Shaune,
So, I’m still seeing this guy…from LA.   Please try and picture me with an LA boy.  (And one who works in “The Industry” so to speak).  I hope you’re laughing.  I am.  He drives a forerunner.  He has a car phone.  He surfs.  (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  And he’s incorrigible.  30 years old, and he still feels the need to climb on things.  Walls, fire escapes, large rocks; if it’s there, he’ll climb it.  He barks at dogs when we pass them on the street.  Is this strange?  Should I be worried about his odd behavior?  Or is this some male thing I wasn’t told about in college?
Signed,
Lost in Adolescence
So that’s how I feel lately.  Like someone threw me back into high school.  I have never felt so out of place as I do here.  I mean, I guess I am a freak, I just didn’t realize it was a noticeable trait.  And you wished that good sex thing on me last time we talked.  Shaune, it may has well have been a curse.  I mean Jack (LA boy) is wonderful and fairly hot, pretty well off, with a solid future, he’s good in bed…am I satisfied?  Never.  Of course not.  If I’m not in some kind of love related turmoil then I simply don’t know what to do with myself.  Then there’s Mark… you’ve got the picture.  It’s your fault you know, and I’m holding it against you.
Oh.  Almost forgot.  I went somewhere unbelievable.  The high Sierras.  The Nevada side, right near Tioga Pass.  My God I almost died it was so gorgeous.  The air was clean (and noticeably thinner…I got drunk much faster) and the snowline was only fifty or so feet above us.  The bears were pretty friendly though, thankfully.  I thought of you several times on that one (particularly when I almost got nailed in the blind spot of a trailer) thought you’d like the quiet and the locale.  Did a lot of wishing I was home though.  Trees and streams, not that CT is all that, but it’s a lot more than San Fran.  I’ll say that for it.  There’s no place like Diana’s Pool.
Ok Shaune.  I’m closing now.  Set aside some time would you?  I miss you, I love you, I think of you often….see you soon.