I just found this
I just found this business card in an old box that has the following written on it:
I’m kind of the “shy type” and this is really embarrassing for me.
Would it be too forward of me to invite you over for a kind of “get acquainted” cocktail?
It would be just swell talking to you about where you are from, and discussing the weather and things, then we could fuck.
Heh. And I found a short essay I wrote, too:
When I was a young child, my mommy, daddy, and I would go on weekend excursions down to the ranch. To me, the ranch held some form of mystique, for it was the place where we could set off firecrackers, take jeep rides through the wilderness, and, best of all, where I could collect rocks.
Rock collecting was my forte. I would toddle out of the ranch house with my brand new styrofoam cup and go down the hill to the firt road. There, all I would have to do was bend over (being close to the ground already) and dig through the warm sand to find colorful, sun-warmed treasures. Stones amazed me; they came in every size, shape, and color imaginable. My very favorites were the rose quartz.
When we got home, my cup (hand carried in the car) would be placed next to all the other cups on the top shelf of my bookcase, the ultimate high honor. These sandy, dented cups were my prizes, and I would scream bloody murder anytime anyone would suggest their removal.
As I grew older, I didn’t notice that the cups were disappearing one by one. I was much too busy for a few pebbles collected on a whim. In fact, I didn’t notice that all but one cup, with five rose quartz stones in it, was left standing until just the other day.
The reason I even looked at all was because I was cleaning out my room. I was throwing things away from the top shelf in my closet, the place where things deemed unnecessary by the maid are relegated. I pulled a box aside and noticed about seven dusty, styrofoam cups. I paused for a moment, faintly smiling, took the cups, and sat down on my bed, fingering the cold pebbles. I then carefully set them down in the throw away pile, where they became magnified, then doubled by a prism of tears.
~1988
I found some other stuff in that box, but I will dole it out a little at a time so as not to bore you all at once.