5:35 Late Friday Afternoon   The Last Throes of Summer Summer's seizuring to a close, with its last violent fits of parties, heat, and hormones. But where am I? conversing about comics in Borders with a boy-who-i'm-not-dating-please-stop-looking-at-me-like-that. confusing the hell out of the cashier who says "this is a random collection of books," because I say, "actually they're all related, and when you figure it out, let me know" and she smiles and laughs in a polite way...and we go to ihop and have pancakes at 9 pm. He's home by 10:15. my car is almost out of gas. music drifts in from a door around the corner, seeping into my ears and I don't know whether or not i like it. the warm august breeze caresses my face and tousels my hair like an old family friend who i haven't seen in years. I have decided that August is a completely useless month. I really miss him, the boyfriend, the soul mate. I miss his tender kisses and I miss rubbing his stubbly cheek with my forefinger. I miss my friends, and I miss the bus and the beach. I miss the southern night sky, and I almost even miss the disgusting air during winter nights. I miss bar and club hopping, I miss my one-drink-max and grinding with gay guys at Cruise, the gay and lesbian bar. I miss the film festival and plays and arts centre and botanical garden and museum. I miss the sex boutiques and all the asian BYO restaurants and the interesting retail clothing shoppes. i miss the photographs and going to mcdonalds on sunday nights after church, i miss crazy friends and fun parties. I miss my friends. painting on the beach. kissrape and tickle fights. my heart just exploded against my rib cage.