November 13.....

I met my new friend on the streets on NYC he stood on the street corner smoking a cigerrett standing by a beat up Van. My new friend had a huge beard and deep blue eyes . He wore a news boy's hat and plaid flannel . I think we noticed each other at the same time.

When he smiled he had the most perfect straight white teeth I've seen his body was slim which was something I like in men. I don't remember if I went up first or he came up to me but we spent days together. Doing drugs and staying up. Having sex and sharing a bottle of whiskey.

He was a painter

we talked of having root beer float wars and laying on clouds. I ignored all my phone calls and I did not hear his phone ring once he might not have had one.

I'm sure I will never see my new friend again