Sure every once in a while while skimming through endless text on lumps and bumps, I'd have wonderfully wet dreams of tying my ISO ( Insignificant Other ) up with my silk ties but since our study schedules seldom meshed, I didn't have all that much opportunity to put bondage theory to practice.
Certainly no thoughts of advocating liberty, equality and fraternity in my head.
I was a single-track mind kinda guy. Sex and books, that was all.
Actually I still am pretty focused on the above :P
Which is why it was refreshing to meet a young guy whose fiery idealism practically shone like a star. Really, we should all be that idealistic in our youth. Save petty cynicism for the cantankerous old folks like me.
I have a dream.
And to cap it all off, the boy Junior Guevara ( or J Guevara for short ) also speaks in expressive polysyllabic words. Finally, someone quite as loquacious as me.
At his age ( a healthy 19 in case you were wondering ), J's already a budding activist fighting for the rights of the dejected, the downtrodden and the disenfranchised too. The descamisados so to speak. Even surprisingly a defender for the rights of the walking steak dinner.
Whoops. I promised not to say that again. Fine, the defender of the pedestrian rump roast.
There I go again. Fine. Animal rights.
J : Like I would feel so guilty after hitting a cow. Like what of its feelings.
Paul : Feelings?
J : Imagine hitting the cow with your car.
Paul : Imagine how hurt your flimsy car feels! If you prick motorized vehicles, do they not bleed?
J : But the cow might have internal injuries.
Paul : True. So I'd invite all my friends for beef kurma and oxtail soup potluck the next day. Maybe some steaks if there's leftover.
Well I paraphrased. I really need a dictaphone.
Suffice to say, the earnest advocate of the injured bovine wasn't amused by my barbarity. Just to get a rise, I almost said I'd run over a few chickens for good measure ( nothing like fried chicken for a weekend potluck ) but I think J Guevara was already horrified enough by my unfeeling callousness. Probably busy dialing the RSPCA as we speak.
Sharp brains and youthful sexiness. Nice. Of course I would have propositioned him for a quickie tour of the backrooms - but since ( knowing my reputation ) the savvy J had brought an eagle-eyed chaperone along, I figured I'd better err on the side of caution. After all for a guy so well versed in constitutional law, he could be carrying a sexual harassment lawsuit under his tee!