Sometimes I remember little things. Like when I was a sophomore or junior in college, and the dorm I lived in was a substance-free; meaning one could not smoke or drink within its walls, and back then I was okay with being devoid of substance. One night a few kids with no substances but plenty of time on their hands figured out a way to get on top of the dorm�s elevator. I went up into the shaft with them and crouched on top of the elevator. We were quite sure nothing would go wrong, but if it did we�d be in deep shit, either plummeting seven stories or being crushed against the top of the shaft, the sort of things that happen in movies. I�d forgotten I�d ever done that until earlier today when I was in the elevator. I don�t even remember who else was involved.
Tonight I�m going to see Rufus Wainwright at the Riviera. I�m sure I�ll have a gay old time; expect a full report.