Then Steve said: “Since you’re so fired up about streaking, Adam, why don’t you do it yourself?” “Well,I don’t know,” I replied. Maybe Mary…” “Oh come on, Adam. Don’t you want to? We know you do!”
I was surprised by this turn of events. I thought that Steve or Jimmy would do the deed, but now they were daring me and I was having second thoughts. Then Carol piped up, goading me on: “Yeah, Adam, I think you should do it – I think it’d be a hoot.”
There was a side to me developing because of those newspaper stories, like an obsession. I admired those streakers for their boldness. I thought about nudity in a whole new light. In a way, I knew that all I’d need was a little push and I’d strip off every stitch of clothing without a second thought. I wasn’t ashamed. I felt emboldened and free, and all I could think about was the feel of the sun on my bare skin, running outdoors in the open, bare-ass naked, with a smile on my face – and my face getting hot, just the same, with a combination of desire and inhibition.