| When I See Horses |
| Do you remember all the shit we did as adolescents & how it is that a sound or smell or glimpse of something can bring back a memory of long ago & sexy guys, maybe even long dead ones. |
| When I was growing up in the country, we kids in the neighborhood would play together nearly every day & night one way or another. Sometimes some pretty memorable things happened. There was this guy, Jimmy, about two years older, who always liked to "fool around." Flat top, cute smile, big dick--you know--all the stuff I like. Several of us had horses &, at night, we would play "hide & seek" on horseback through the fields & woods. Jimmy & I always got really hid & ended up together doing you-know-what. Was it ever great. Its always been one of my best memories & often, when I see horses, or more particularly, smell them, it vividly brings it back. |
| Last year I ran into Jimmy & his wife at a restaurant after not seeing him for about 40 years. Not so cute anymore, flat top gone, the big dick is still there I expect & about 80 extra pounds. Still had a cute smile & I'm sure he was thinking the same thing I was. |
| There was one particular night I remember best. There had been a big storm about sunset & it was clearing up. A strong wind was blowing & there was a full moon you could see through the broken clouds flying across the sky. When I feel a wind like that on a rising barometer & see the moon through clouds like it was that night, I am once again riding with Jimmy across the fields & into the woods. |
| I drove through that part of the country a few years back & had many memories. The tree where Jimmy & I had a great treehouse (& many of these experiences) was gone. Ditto the 2 corn cribs which saw a lot too--I didn't even see any horses. |