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The guys wake up after a Saturday night to remember. At least Hutch remembers. Starsk is trying hard to forget. But. That’s. Not. Possible. Beta’d by J.A.’69. Thanks, J.A., for your patience, support, creative mind and a healthy sense of the absurd. Sunday morning, praise the dawning. It’s just a restless feeling by my side. (Reed, Cale) It’s Sunday… -
An 8 Track tape brings the boys closer. “Hutch, uh, I really want you to hear something. Something that I wanted you to know for a long time. Says what I can’t, you know… say.” “What is it, Starsk?” Hutch’s voice was wary, tense. It couldn’t be, not now, not after all this time. After he’d almost succeeded in blocking… -
A variety of Haiku poems. Starsk learns to knit. Hutch is fearful. Starsk has needs. Hutch has desires. Starsk has a bad hair day. Hutch acts flamboyant. So on and so forth. I will (of course) blame these poems on J.A.’69, just for being a bad influence. Some are silly, some serious. Some are ep related. Some are not.…