|Near Washington, DC: The end
||[Mar. 13th, 1993|05:08 am]
I died this morning. We flew back to the United States yesterday, right as the first snow was falling. We called Alicia from the airport and she told us she'd drive down to get us.|
We checked into a hotel for the night as the snow fell harder and the winds blew, howling at the strengthened glass. At nine o'clock, finally, Alicia arrived, and I saw my sister for the first time in a year. She asked no questions, and just hugged me tight and kissed me. I couldn't begin to explain; that's what this diary is for. I handed it over to her and told her to read it another time, and it would explain it all.
The rest of what happened is for her to tell. What's below is my story. It's not for little boys and girls to read, so be careful. It's also true, mostly. I exaggerated some details, but nothing more than what a guy does while kissing and telling.
There's a lot of that here.
And a whole lot more.