Originally, I thought I was going to talk about life, Omaha, Poetry, HIV, being "special", and surviving the 1980's with only a blown-out set of "gaydar." But now I seemed to have just gone to babblings and poetry.
Wo, it has been a long long time. I am now supposed to be all better, but a few things still out of whack....I need to start moving, I need to be productive.i need to be able to look in a mirror and not see an ugly diseased old troll.
