Three years ago I drove to Elyria, Ohio for two reasons: a man and poetry. What better combination could you ask for, right?
I met Michael for the first time in person that weekend as he came all the way from California to start a new life with me and my kiddo. It was a weekend of excess and debauchery and poetry. We shared it with new friends and people we had never thought we would ever get the chance to meet.
The first night was full of hotel room drinking, dinner at Denny's with friends, and then the beginning of the worst hangover on an Ocktoberfest beer that anyone could ever imagine. This place is a dive just down the road from the porn store. It was perfect.
Michael and Brian representing...
The morning after wasn't pretty. We had to function at a poetry reading in the park. WE HAD to READ. It would be Michael's first ever live performance of his work.
And let's not forget the infamous Elyria shitters....
There wasn't much to this town to be honest. I would have never gone there had it not been where I was meeting the man of my dreams. It was one of the best days of my life. It was one of the worst hangovers ever, but it was worth every second.
Happy Three Years Michael. I love you.
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