I just published Musique Overdose In those days nothing was simple and yet everything was clearly evident and clear. Immediate pleasure and satisfaction of all impulses on the spot and immediately. Forget about AIDS and those kind of things since it was so simple not to get out bareback. In the morning between the cup of coffee and punching-in at school. At midday just before or just after dining hall. In the evening while watching Maigret or Zorro on television, and again when diving into the bed. The partner was not important. It was all centered on one's own pleasure. And Sunday could satisfy all phantasms from 9 a.m. to 7 p.m. And the week was finished. Starting again tomorrow morning.