february 3, 2004
		Shot Through The Heart... And Who's To Blame Part I
			So, I introduced my roommates already.  What I probably did not tell you was that shortly after I moved in with them, I became an injured, bloody mess.  I got stabbed and shot�twice (sort of). Part One:  The Girls. I�ve been living in this house since July.  I like it, still.  I have gotten to know the roommates a little better.  �A� and J party quite a bit.  They go out almost every weekend.  Sometimes I am annoyed by the �click-clack� of their high heels on the tile floor of the kitchen just above me.  Strangely, I am comforted by it.  Maybe it�s some kind of Freudian��happy to have women in the house� complex that I have.  After they leave the house, I will be upstairs getting ready for work.  I work 11p to 7a.  I can smell the trail of perfume they leave during all of their rushing back and forth.  It is truly a thing of beauty.  The fragrant remnants remind me how wonderful it is to be alive. Often, JB will have gone back to her parents� house during these weekends.  She has a part-time job at a cemetery there.  She�s fun, too, but she is good about keeping her nose to the grindstone.  At a party last fall, I was talking to �A� and G.  �A� told me that I should �hook-up� with JB because she is a virgin.  She may be.  I haven�t seen her date anyone.  I think she may be kind of shy around guys.  The girls told me that she does get hit on when they go out, but nothing ever comes out of it. It�s another story when �A� gets hit on, though.  I�m not saying she�s slutty or anything.  I wouldn�t do that.  I like �A.�  She�s really cool.  But, she did cheat on G a few times.  As a matter of fact, she has some new guy, H.  I�m not even going to bother getting to know him.  He�ll be gone soon.  �A� told me she thinks he is annoying.  It�s only a matter of time. Speaking of time, it really has been on my side, when it comes to J.  J has been single all of these months. She does party, but she has never brought anyone home. She mentioned that to me one day, to prove a point. But, I didn�t say anything back because �A� was sitting there (I didn�t want to insult �A�).  I�ve spent this time admiring J.  Every once in a while, she will ask me how she looks before she goes out.  I want to tell her that she looks absolutely radiant.  I want to tell her that any man that does not approach her in the bar is either an idiot or is in such awe that he has forgotten himself.  I will tell her that she looks very nice or something along that line.  I don�t want to be too complimentary for fear she will infer more from it or I will expose too much emotion.  I am quite caitiff when it comes to these sorts of things.  I, once, sat in the dark out on the porch and drank beer late at night (while it was still warm).  I was out there when the inside light came on.  The girls got home.  J came into the house and went upstairs.  A short while later she came down by herself and fixed a pb & j sandwich.  I watched her prepare it.  I watched her spread the pb on the bread.  Her beauty soaked into my pores like warm, honey-lemon bath water.  I watched her lips as she chewed.  She has beautiful, thin lips.  I could see her jaw muscles tense, then relax.  My favorite, though, was seeing her cervical ripple back and forth like a satin ocean.  Her eyes shone like dark crystals that night.  That�s supposed to sound more romantic than creepy.  I�m not trying to be that weird stalker-guy that lives in the basement.  Or am I (sharpened ax flashes by)?  What the hell was that?! -- Paddy (Part II Coming Tomorrow)