Lost

I'm sure it's mostly a bunch of juvenile ramblings, artificial melodrama, memories that I'm better off not reliving.  But with the original Gritswin missing, I feel as if I've lost an important chunk of my life with it.

I know I was writing in it back when IT started.  I remember writing in the hotel room in Philly, and his condescending attitude about it.  I don't remember for certain, but that may have been my first entry.  Then came later that same weekend, at the Y . . .