Losing My Religion - 2/14/75, 23 years old

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try.

Thankfully it wasn’t my religion but it might have been my innocence, my freedom, my control, the upper hand, not sure it was forbidden but it sure was tasty.

Valentine’s Day broke like normal … after a long Thursday chasing the elusive butterflies the phone call was my alarm clock instead of my instructions … no need to hit the snooze … woke up just before noon and called Thomas R. Fries & Sons Florists … after all it was Valentine’s Day and I lusted after Jane … so I sent some sweetheart roses & poms to 249 Diehm Hall … not sure who met her first, I think I did, but I know who got her first and it wasn’t me … she thanked me later from my roomies arm … funny … not

Oh well, shit, shower, shave … down to The Beer Men … ½ keg of Pabst … Valentine’s Day party tonight at the 328 … City L was the closest thing we had to a babe magnet in those days (no offense Dan) … after all he was still at Millersville … like I said, it wasn’t me … a 328 Club party started at a rational time and ended at a relatively rational time … after all there was that Confederate widow next door and she never complained.

I know City was there and I suppose Sil … perhaps Dan … I don’t think Timmy L was there but how would I really remember … rock ‘n roll, beer, whatever munchies anyone brought (we certainly provided nothing but the beer) … and chicks … just because I was a strikeout king; we got our plate appearances … that night there was one chick in particular. Her name was Janice and she was kinda cute, a sultry plain look, trim … I don remember who, if anyone, introduced us … who she came with but I do remember she said yes ... up the stairs we went ... were there people using my room? I dunno ... but we used a chair in Shitfoot's room ... woman on top

It was the slowest of dances but it was followed by a fast one … maybe it was “Wipe Out” or Tchaikovsky … Beethoven rolled over … 1

And I’ve given away no secrets