saw andrew off at the bus station, and he and i talked over a and w-about jesus, and contempary art and his paper, and a general good day.

a homeless man came up to us and engaged in conversation about the weather, and afterwards christianity- he then asked for 5 bucks, and when andrew gave him 5 ( i didnt have any in my pockets, i spent 20 bucks today and im not sure what on (well 10 for supper, 3 to get into the eag, 3 for a drink at buger baron, 2 for printing, and i have a twonie in my pocket). the guy then asked for 10, i couldnt belive his chutzpah.

andrew then asked me why i hated myself and admitted to discomfort about my queerness, how can i explain the ambguities and complexities of my sexual desire to a boy who doesnt belive in it at all ?

i had been seeing someone quietly and he broke up with me yesterday, and seeing andrew happy going to vancouver, to see the girl he knows hes gonna spend the rest of his life with makes me happy.