July 18th, 1975
Sitting at the tiny Formica table of an apartment/hotel in Hialeah, Florida– half a block from the race track– drinking a beer, worrying about my job. A re-run on television of Bonanza is lulling sweetly from the other room.
Splashing gently and Richard taking a shower. Walking around the room naked– joking. I just put a cold beer can against his ass and he hit me.
God. I love him.
Home-cooking is carrying me like some soft old ship through my days.