johnathan.
there is a boy i care for. his name is johnathan. he has a lot to do with why i joined the navy.
this curly-haired hippie is an artist, a glass blower. a poet, a philosopher, and a dreamer. he is gorgeous in body and spirit and i will always have a fondness for him. for those of you who don't know the felonies i committed prior to the ultimatum of rehab vs. military, here goes:
felony #1
liz and i met two wandering artisans one evening. we took them in for the night, welcomed them to our soirée. amazing conversation, tales of adventures, and quite a bit of liquor.
this happened night after night and then we would go our separate ways. one drunken and drugged night, after Jx had taken me home, i decided i needed to see him again. at two o'clock in the morning. it couldn't wait.
16 and poor, i stole a car to drive to where he and doc-doc (the other wanderer) were staying. DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS! i wrecked the stolen car two miles from their place, drove it back to it's original parking space, and walked the rest of the night to their house.
i rapped on the window but no one woke up. luckily, i'm like a ninja when it comes to breaking and entering. i made it inside and crawled in bed, blood dripping from my head, with johnathan.
felony#2
doc-doc and Jx were glass-blowers. they were hired for the summer to live in a loft and blow glass all day. when their boss was tired of seeing us at the loft, he made it clear we were never to come back.
not a problem. there was an abandoned house down the road.
so drunken skeeser ungracefully breaks a window (hey, no one lived there, why be sneaky?), crawls inside and throws another party. turns out, that's a crime.
all i wanted to do was spend time with a mild hippie-boy. all i got was "left, left, left-right-left".
i stumbled across his email address yesterday when i was sifting through my inbox. he wrote back. that's all. turns out he's doing really well with his trade. he has a successful business and peace of mind.
that's all.