Bridge at Narrows
Hi. Hope things are going well in San Fran. Been thinking of you since you left this morn. Dave dreamt last night that I left him. That my father told me to and was exstatic when I did. Around 3 a.m. I felt his hand groping my ass. I slapped it away. I wasn't in the mood at 3 a.m., especially not after the few beers I had with you last night at the Moosehead. Evidently, that's what prompted the dream. I, on the other hand, dreamt of you and I jumping off the face of a waterfall --we never landed.