1982... I lost "her". Not a day goes by since that I don't think of her. And I've had relatively few, too far between, restful nights for all these years. Romeo and Juliette thing... family shit. I was so stupid. I expected her to fight for me when I sould have realized she could not. I should have fought for her alone, hoping she would join in the fray. Instead, I walked away, hoping she would ask me not to do so... giving me a hope... a chance....to believe in the love she professed for me.

That minor incident (lesser than an iota) in the history of humankind has helped me write many stories, musings and poems but I would rather not have written any of them. I am still, and always will be, in love with 1982.


Funny thing, the distance (wisdom*) of the lonely.
Funny thing, the charm of the young.

White Innocence, Jethro Tull

* I wish I knew then.... don't we all?

Tis better to have loved and fucked up than...