Once, I hooked up with a kid who was nerdy and seemed deep and told me he was a teacher. For some reason, I wrote down all the dirty details in plain, scientific wording in this journal I was keeping at the time. It's good that I did or I probably would have let the whiskey carry the whole experience into that booze-induced blackout/shame-induced block out place. Anyway, I was trying to sleep tonight and his name popped into my head and I googled him and-surprise!- he's an artist and a photographer. I bet we would've liked each other if we didn't show each other the things we showed each other so early on.