Nostalgic recollections of my slutty years

I devoted part of my week-end (the part that was not spent in a South East strip joints nor drinking away my sorrow to be orphaned by LL absence) to go through my papers at home with  the noble goal of getting rid of most of it. So clearly this is going to be an unexciting and nostalgic entry. I landed 5,5 years ago on Ellis Island with only two luggage and yet it is amazing the amount of paper and junk I managed to accumulate. It is also amazing that I ended up reaching 148,5 pounds as I wasn’t bigger than Fred C. when I made it here, but that’s just another junk food and quitting smoking sad story.

Back to the junk: I found many memorabilia and collectables from my so-called past relationships which in retrospect either show how unfaithful I was or/and how dumb the other part of the relationship (when there was any which was infrequent) was. It also revived some great memories such as the first place I ever had sex in - Hughes 509 at American - (ah the warm fuzzy feelings of  being _______ for the first time) or just finding rolled one dollar bills that still smelled like Coke. Through my domestic archeological excavation, I came to understand that if someone writes you “I will always be there for you” and underline the “there” it usually means you will be through two months later and that years later you will find their nickname ridiculous. There is a subtle irony to old love letters when time has smashed all the good feelings towards each other and all is left is the yearly visit to your ex-friendster profile. I might have been a poor selfish troubled unemployed self-hating slutty crackhead f*cker during the first phase of my life in the states but it really makes awesome souvenirs. I also found numerous letter from collection agencies (mostly mandated by Stephen K. my poor years once psycho-analyst), pictures of my meeting with Faye Dunaway, and the folder in which I kept the thousands of rejection letters I received while trying to become a Marketing Assistant in NYC in 2001/2002. Clearly, they are worth keeping if I ever have to prove to popular revolutionaries that I myself once was a victim of the society stratification and my own internalized homophobia.

I also found Christmas cards from the Stanton Group, Rodolphe B., Governor and Mrs. Bush - dated 2000 (the later being a tiny bit astonishing). I went through so many friendships these past 5 years: I should have kept tabs.

I ended up not throwing away anything thinking that if this is a funny activity after a few years, it will just be hilarious in a decade….or really depressing.

Comments

[LL]

If only my youth had been that exciting I might have met FHC earlier...

[fagat]

That's right FHC! Show us those ta-tas!