i dont think i have any

Many. Off the top of my head the first thing I thought of was when I used to go skating all the time. My friends and I were some of the best skaters wherever we went and I could dance like noone else there. People would trip out. It was great for my self esteem. : ) I used to get ALOT of satisfaction from doing three and a halfs off the highdive at the public pool too. Almost always perfect. Peoples jaws would drop. I'd get out of the pool and it would be hard to keep a big smile off my face because I knew I was a total fucking badass and very few people could top me. I'd be like "Mmm hmm. That's right my niggaz!"

Actually one of my happiest memories is when I was 20 and working and living in SF. The day I turned 21 I started going to gay bars. And not long after that I had an epiphany of how amazing it is to be truly free. I realized that this is what true freedom is. What it means to be an adult. I was working and paying my own way and living my life for me and understood fully that I didnt have to concern myself at all with what anyone else thinks. That people are either my friends or theyre not. Growing up in TX and being closeted, this was like being suffocated all your life and finally being able to breathe. Or like having someone cover your ears and having everything muffled. Then suddenly being able to hear clearly for the first time in your life. Totally liberating! And yes, I cried. : ) Tears of joy.

I agree "curm..."...birth of my first child, a boy...

Did she die in the act? Poor thing. You should be ashamed.

I pray that the lady in your life does not see this or you'll be out in the dog house tonight Lobo...lol

I lived in Pittsburgh...South side...Upper St Clair in my younger days...lots of skateboarding on the hills there...broke a collar bone....lots of good old "herbal" medicine....

If I spend that chunk of change trust me I'll be using them regularly. I e-mailed Richard to set up an in store sales consultation. I havent been to Skates On Haight for years. Last time I was there the owners son had been very ill and she was telling me how they loved to watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I always wonder if he made it through and is still with us.

I know this is horrible. Especially since I havent done it for years and totally avoid people that do it now. But the first time I ever shot meth into my arm. THAT was incredible. But I only did that for a few months. Or 6 or a year. Who knows. I used to love that shit. Then I smartly listened to my intuition that was telling me it was going to be the death of me if I didnt quit. So I quit and never looked back. Besides the occasional backslide fuck up bump here and there that I apparently need from time to time to remind me of why I dont do certain things anymore. Anyone got any H? I need to remind myself why I dont do that anymore too now. lol Daaaaaaamn!!!!!!!