. . The young man at the Highland Grounds the one who wears a Kerouac t-shirt and jeans that (as fashion dictates) conceal in baggy denim what must be fine form is my first crush in over a year. . Ah! But I cannot have him, his clear blue eyes, slacker's posture, youthful fervor in cafe society were (the way he eyes me for what I am in a crowd, says nothing, lives nearby) --not meant for one such as I -- who eschews younger men in general, and in particular, this man, who has so much to learn before that heavier beard replaces what must still be fresh belief. . Will he, like Kerouac, turn putrid w/ the weary road-eyes of disappointment and alcoholic train station bitterness? . 4 March 1993
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