That first urge to eat punctuated with mental images of everything you had been planning.

Ah yes. Walking naked in someone else’s house where there are roommates. It reminds me of my romance with a certain handsome devil who had 2 roommates and an insane house in Laurel Canyon in the early ’80s. There were friends, famous musicians, dealers and scions of the famous and infamous in and out all the time. Perhaps it was the drugs but we spent our fair share naked in that glorious house. It seemed so normal at the time. I guess I’m just a nudist at heart. And when you’re 23, you’re proud of your body and don’t have many flaws you wish to hide. Just naked and free. Heaven.