August 19, 2004

The beautiful people...

So, one day I was hanging out with Stan, and we visited Taca and called Ernesto, and met up with Annelise, and decided that we all needed cheering up on a Saturday midday. So, we waited for Annelise to come for us and we all rode on Walter to the Golden Gate Park.

We took books, mate, and a blanket. I took my pipe (I wonder if it sits lonely in a dark room... my pipe never had a name, and I have this... um... obsession for naming my personal items), but nope dope. So, Master Jojo, adventurer amongst the adventurous, decided to walk over and see if his friend, Kris the hippy girl (with the cute boyfriend, Spider), was around to negotiate some wacky tabacky.

The rest of my troop went to find a place to sit on the lawn in front of Hippy Hill while I did the deed. I remember laughing all the way over to where Haight St ends and the dreamland begins, thinking of how weird this all was, how much I'd changed (from a sexless goodie boy, to a gay dope buyer at a park in the heart of Sin City, California). I also remember being nervous about what Stan would think, but I realized that that was what it was all about: being who I wanted to be, doing what I wanted to do. All this, with the people I wanted around me and that WANTED to be around me.

One of those simple-truth foggy San Francisco days.

After smoking up, not Annelise (she was driving...), not Stan (he doesn't smoke), we started reading out of different books that Ernesto and I had taken (apparently both of us always carry books with us). I had the little short-story book that Stan loves (I forget its name now... memory fades) and Annelise loved reading it outloud to us.

I remember feeling such warmth that day as I lay my head on Stan's lap.

I felt a closeness to all of those people, each and every one of them. Stan, my boyfriend, my love; Ernesto, my brother, my confidant; Taca, my friend, my blood; Annelise, my sister, my self reflected.

It was a beautiful day, with beautiful people. All of us.

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(Taca was taking the picture...)

Posted by Jojo at August 19, 2004 10:40 PM
Comments

Jesus' SON!!!

Posted by: Anon. (st)...fan at August 20, 2004 01:14 AM

You mean... Elvis?

Posted by: Holy Jojo at August 20, 2004 01:44 AM

Tú monísimo, los demás quien sabe...

Posted by: seyd at August 20, 2004 07:49 AM

Mate... hmm... tell me more about that?

Very beautiful people ;)

Posted by: troy at August 20, 2004 09:41 AM

[SIGH] How I miss the collegiate life :( Beautiful people indeed.

Posted by: Groove at August 20, 2004 10:26 AM

I read Rayuela last year...
You know? Your bogo-site always remembers me of that book (not only because of that PC of yours). Thanky you (yes... thanky) for sharing your thoughts. I feel bohemian, eventhough I'm not.

P.s.: you owe me a visit

Posted by: Fayu at August 20, 2004 06:33 PM

Bohemian? Moi?... Hearing that my blog reminds you of "Rayuela" (Hopscotch, by Julio Cortazar... my favorite book) makes me think two things: 1) you are flattering me; 2) you are massacring good ol' Julio.

I will visit you.

Y Seyd... no estoy monísimo, tal vez medio mono, pero no monísimo :¨P

Groovy Freddy... come on, you should smile when you remember those times!

MATE... I'll send you an email about it!

Posted by: Bogo Jojo at August 21, 2004 01:58 AM
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