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To: Ilaine who wrote (16778)	1/21/1999 2:56:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

That fits the form. It's a whole genus of forms. The offer to go home on the train is another. I, for some reason, remembered a pathetic incident, which is also a species. It's quite a bit different though. I don't know if I can tell it without rudeness or vanity though. It's not easy to explain. I probably shouldn't try, isn't worth it, but the pain of entanglement is there. I knew a lot of people in school, MJ included. Knew probably thirty men and women very well, activists and smartypantses, whereas it's a teentsy fraction of that now. One of the characteristics of the time wasn't much monogamy, but I was, sort of, or maybe just "single", and (oooh this is one of the parts that sounds vain) women would uhm cuddle up to ya. I remember walking round and round a block while a woman tried to convince me we should be together. Eeeek. I really liked her, jeez who wouldn't, but..... It was cold as hell. Not me, the air outside my peacoat. I just kept going around, thinking of my mother of all things, and what she would want me to do. With all ot the Vietnam and student organization going on, we were always moving all over the city, meeting new people, joining up, yadda yadda, and with one of the groups I met these two women who made me kind of nervous. One night I got stuck on the avenues after a meeting, and the easiest thing was to sleep on the floor of their apartment. If I remember right, each of them separately had hinted that the other, or they, were interested in me. (Ahem. Just hang in there.) I wasn't interested in them that way; just as people I cared about, you know. So I'm getting my stuff together in the morning, and the girl I think is the most unstable, tells me I talked in my sleep while lying on the floor of their front room. I don't talk in my sleep. MJ says I never have. She says I kept saying "Home sweet home." "Really?" I couldn't believe it. Because it probably wasn't true. I sat there for several minutes, thinking of the implications, while the pair of them looked at me.

To: Ilaine who wrote (16778)	1/21/1999 3:06:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

These two rhodies that bloom this early look a bit like tall azaleas. One is brilliant purple, red-purple, and the other is perfect shell pink. Very delicate. Rich. I am grouchy. I believe it's the steroids. I think it's worse when I don't drink, because I'm not calm. Simple as that. I fire on ninety cylinders. Very tiring and short. I know people would say that's because of the temporary absence of alcohol, or it's continued effect. But I won't. I disagree. If it ever went away, I might agree. If it hadn't peaked before I began drinking, I also might agree. Either way, it's irrelevant. I'm still grouchy and uncalm. Such is life this decade. [See what I mean?]