30 September 2002 - 9:38 a.m. So I went to the poetry festival at Hampshire College yesterday. There was a girl about 19 sitting in front of us on the grass. She was wearing those low-riding jeans that are popular now, and you could just see the top of her bum-crack--the "back-door cleavage" as it were. She was leaning forward with her feet out in front of her. I thought, "you know, I could probably walk up behind her, and get right above her exposed cheek-gap." Now, my aim's pretty good, and I bet I could've dropped a spit-string right in there without hitting anything else, and sucked it back up before she even knew what happened. I bet I could've. (0) Comments?