I started my business and this shorter guy came up the only free urinal left, the one next to me. Being especially horny lately, I thought perhaps I could sneak a look. Sure, I'd never done it before, but we were near shoulder-to-shoulder, and like I said, I've been really horny. So, trying to be as unnoticable as possible, I looked down over in his direction. There it was. It wasn't erotic, but I did get a small adrenaline rush from sneaking a peek and possibly getting caught.
3:02AM Technically, December 29, 1995
The Rob/Larry e-mail thing didn't work. Larry got the e-mail and responded. Rob wrote back and his letter, while less than wonderful, still seemed to be an electronic olive branch in my perception. In Larry's perception, it was a letter full of child-like emotions. I really wish the two of them would get along, but I doubt it'll ever happen.
December 31, 1995
6:25PM
Well, I didn't have a pen with me on the plane back to Boston, so I couldn't detail the flight, but I did receive the whole can of Coke.
I arrived to the airport with no one waiting for me. It was sorta odd, having had someone there all the times before, but Rob had told me that he was busy moving and thus, probably wouldn't meet me. I noticed a few cute red heads then got in a cab.
The silent driver soon reached the toll plaza and paid the attendant $2.00. He then punched the meter to add $3.25 to the fare. "Where did that extra $1.25 come from?" I thought to myself, but I kept quiet, thinking simply that a tip of $1.25 less would rebalance the fare.
We arrived at my building and before the driver pushed the total button, he quickly hit the "Extras" button again to add another quarter. Consequently, his tip was 40 cents. He got a $1.90 counting his faux extras, and I'm sure he thought he was being smart adding that to my fare. Little did he know, I usually tip $3 or $4.
After resting at my apartment for a few minutes, I called Rob. He was at his place packing and told me to come on over. I talked with Larry for a bit first, then headed over.
Rob and I hugged a few times. --It was really nice to see him again.--, then Rob's new roomate Geoff called to ask if we'd help move his bigger stuff. Rob agreed and we headed to the new apartment shortly thereafter.
After meeting there, Rob's two new roommates and he chose rooms. Of the three bedrooms, one was notably smaller and less desirable. For a few minutes, Geoff, Ken, and Rob discussed who'd live where, then Geoff agreed to take the smaller room. I could tell that he really didn't want it, but said he'd take it for the sake of being nice to Rob and Ken. I said as much and Geoff said it was true. They talked for a bit, then we headed to Geoff's current apartment. On the way, I fell on a patch of ice and landed on my knee. It hurt pretty badly, but I went on and eventually helped to carry Geoff's stuff to the truck.
On the short walk back to the new apartment, I passed the patch of ice where I fell earlier. I was careful not to fall, but not adept enough. I fell again; this time landing on the other knee.
I carried some stuff inside then said I was going home. I felt bad for not helping more, but the headache I had, combined with the pain from my knees, was more than I wanted to bare. I went home and fell asleep.
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