1995: Hot Glass, modern dance,and herpies

Still living in the drafty apartment with Keri and the cats, the apartment was still furry, only now Jon was sometimes sleeping over on the $50 twin futon from waterbeds and stuff. We told each other our dark secrets. He bought a roll of plastic and covered our western wall. That helped a lot. We both got very very sick that spring. We were both working at Long's and had good insurance and went to a doctor on high street who gave us free samples of famvir or something like that. In May the lease was up...Keri moved across the street...I found a place on King ave...my own place with a shared bath and a balcony...it was great it was sunny...I planted things...Jon decided to move in. July 4th I was at my Dad's mom's house trying to show her how to get on the information superhighway. Grandma J was a superb typist. I was not. We clashed. I walked out...without a wallet...walked to the Olentangy Riverlost my shoes...turned south...kept walking...spent the night in a utility company truck...called jon...drew a big spiral in the sand of a baseball diamond...and wrote something like "build me a home". This could be called strange. Jon and Cinnamon found me and drove me to his parents house. eventually I was admitted to Riverside Hospital...strapped to a gurney.