![]() How many gay guys did you think we had in school?” ![]() “Dead, prison, missing, suicide-that was so sad-married 3 times and very poor, gay, gay, gay. My friend ticked through the list of attendees with his yearbook on his lap. “Funny, ‘that person’"-my friend’s attention was drawn to another former classmate-"was never bi then went straight. Ever notice that?” “Married,” “divorced, forever single, gay, divorced and bi.” He stopped to take a breath. My friend started scoping out couples and muttered their relationship and sexual histories. “That’s why he always took a shower with his underwear on,” he continued. "Say ‘no’ so we can get an ambulance and get outta here.” My friend pounded me on the back to get me to breathe. ![]() With the crappy lettuce in my salad aspirated into my lungs, I finished off with a coughing jag and an epiphany to boot. My once best friend (from Guam) hissed into my ear at our high school reunion. The gay type.” It just screamed in italics.
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