Ugh --- There was a time when I didn't write sappy love-crap bullshit poetry. I wonder what happened to that guy, he seemed like such a nice fellow. Too bad he had to leave in a hurry like that. Back in the day, I was a GUY. None of this "let me count the ways" garbage that teenagers fill endless journals with. And yet, here I am. 25 going on 14. This feels so wrong. -WindRider March/April 1998 SAUCE00More zany lit WindRider Quad-P 19980430Á