November 23, 1997 – Sunday – 7:33 a.m.

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.


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