She was fun and blonde, but she also had a social disease. I told her to look away, then slipped off to wake from another ruined sex dream.

This summer was measured in parties. People huddled against each other, desperately attempting to remember places they once knew intimately.

The wind blows through my hair while I smile and dig my boot spurs into the sides of The Working Man. "Giddyup!" I cry. What a fun day it has been, just a shame the cocaine is beginning to wear off.

"Onward to Wall Street, Stempien!"

I have business to conduct.

The photo has that ephemeral look, and an old, familiar tune comes on shuffle. It’s enough to make you double take and wonder if all of it really happened. Those were certainly the days. His arms are on his hips and she carries an acoustic guitar. Face paint and eyeliner.

In retrospect, last night was too surreal. In retrospect, last night wasn’t good. In retrospect, I could have made some better decisions last night, but in retrospect, I’m glad I made the ones I did. All of it makes for a great story, but I’ve realized I'm ready for monogamy.

You were in my dream last night. I was going to pick you up, but then you biked uphill instead, back to the school, where we were staying. I could never parallel park quite right. Later we got soot on our faces. I woke up before I could clean myself.

I'm excited to see you. I look forward to the time we bump into each other as we cross campus in opposite directions. We will say "Hi.” and, “How are you?" We will part. We will pause, and fondly recognize, that for a moment, we forgot where we were headed.

Nobody likes her, but in this one, blurry photo she looks trendy and modest. She looks like she wants to be a fashion designer one day, and has lots of fun at parties. She looks as though one day she'll find this blurry photo and remember how great college was.

I don't understand 3.  I have 1 under my belt, selfish, but easy, and I'm great at 2.  Sometimes.  3 gives me trouble.  I just can't wrap my head around 3.  A lot of my friends 'get' 3, but I don't, and it makes me feel dumb.  4?  Forget it.

"No one understands me", Wolfman said to Little Boy.  "What about Frankie?” Little Boy responded, “You said he understood you, and then you ate him."  "I meant no one alive." Wolfman whined.  “Oh,” said Little Boy, "Are you gonna eat me too?"  "Yes." said Wolfman.  "Well fuck." said Little Boy.