Crazy Fingers

Michael Alexander has posted comments soliciting dirt about Corey, Oliver and Rocco’s behavior in the shower and steamroom at the gym. I have nothing to say about that. As far as I can tell, they don’t shower at the gym, I’ve never even seen Rocco in a gym, and I don’t go to that gym anymore.

Oliver has mentioned the steamroom in his blog (well, more precisely, he mentioned the guy who’s suing the gym because of what he saw there). Rocco has mentioned it. This other random blog mentions it, too. (They’re even talking about it in San Francisco!) But I’ve never seen any of them in there.

I’m not sure why I’m so fascinated with these three guys and their blogs. Maybe it’s because I see them around The Shire frequently, and reading their blogs I can pretend I’m like friends with them or something.

I’ve met them all in real life.

I met Oliver first, in August of 2004, when I was in Provincetown deciding to break up with my ex. Oliver was sitting on the porch outside Symbology. I drove by blasting Going Down The Road Feeling Bad from one of the Dick’s Picks (I forget which one) and when I walked back past the porch, he stopped to ask me if it was me playing the Dead. He’s probably sorry he did that. Now I accost him and try to talk about the Dead, or the show I’m currently listening to, but he doesn’t seem all that interested. Maybe it’s because he thinks I’m on drugs. I’m not. I even sent him some Ain’t No Time To Hate stickers, which he didn’t seem to appreciate.

Then, after I broke up with my ex, I met Rocco at the Eagle, and tried, unsuccessfully, to hook up with him. “He was quarterback at Villanova,” someone told me. “He’s crazy,” someone else whispered. “He fucked me in the bathroom,” a third person claimed. In retrospect, he’s not all that hot and he’s not my type.

I met Corey through my friend Kevin. I have no idea how he came up in conversation, and I don’t remember how I found his blog, but yeah, I’ve been stalking him ever since. I really like his relationship with Rocco. It’s sweet.