Seriously lucky. He was on fire. People aren’t supposed to be on fire. I can see why he talked it down. I would have talked it down too. It still makes me a bit nervous though. It seems each accident gets a little more dangerous. But catching on fire will wake a man up - to a lot of things. It’ll also scare the shit out of him. Stay strong.

I went out with my brother and Pandy on Friday. It was a lot of fun. Bro is doing good. Great actually. We went over to the Sputnik after dinner for a few drinks and ran into these two. And some dud. I don’t think he said a word. In fact he ignored everyone he was sitting with. I hope he wasn’t your boyfriend luccy. Anyway, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance. I’m ready for a massage now. I think we can all admit it wholly sucks seeing those lights flicker at the end of the night.

On Sunday Bear had a pool party. That’s right sweet toots, I have a good friend with a swimming pool, diving board, hot tub, and waterslide in his backyard. Please realize this is not a common occurrence in Denver. As a result I feel vicariously lucky. They had a pool party on Sunday. I showed everyone how not to do a front flip on the diving board and worked on my last sunburn of the summer. Or would it be the first one of fall?