Brad went out tonight and I’ve been sitting here on the patio, playing with my dick, thinking about all that’s happened. I get charged up and feel so damned sexual, and then the next-minute I’ll start laughing - remembering some silly experience when I ran away from home—or I’ll get terribly serious, thinking about the father I never had and all that shit.

I’ve been wanting, for a hell of a long time, to put it all down on paper. So I’m gonna do it now, finally. I hope I will get through it—man, some of the affairs I’ve had in the past two years have been fantastic, and just thinking about them makes me want to beat off.