May 15th, 2002 - 8:03 a.m.

Early morning.

It is much too early to be awake. Gives one a general feeling of nausea and ill-at-easedness. Pff. The lighting is always much too harsh at this hour. The sun at that uncomfortable angle, glares like a mistreated lover.

Gorgeous boy on the subway. Tall, gangly, amusing 1950�s-esque hair style. The jeans naturally faded just so. Old school sneakers. Piercing blue eyes framed by masculine eye brows and cheek bone.

�Do you want want to ride on the Baltic Sea? I will be your mistress C.O.D.�

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