It’s early Sunday morning. I hardly slept last night.
I have a story to tell, but not the time to tell it. I have to leave very soon to go rehearse “Masks” at Heaton.
But last night…
Last night was simply a wonderful evening. It came out of nowhere. I wish and I pray it could happen again.
But you never know.
Here’s the short version: Before last night, I was able to say that I had only ever kissed one girl.
But I can’t say that anymore.