Twenty-three and arrested for destruction of property. I was mad at the world, in love with Jack Daniels, and beer. Police detective Gary Watts was a friend of the family and familiar with my issues. Mostly because he knew my dad and what my dad did to me when I was little.

My dad was now dead. Killed in prison two months ago. I have been going nuts ever since. The hospital said it is PTSD. Mr. Watts justs thinks I am gay. He was also kind enough to come of his own closet just to save my life.

Note: that is me kissing him back voluntarily. Despite still being in handcuffs. He paid my bail and took me home with him. It was weird, and slightly twisted because of what my dad did thirteen years ago. 48 hours later I go see my mom and she thinks I am not the same person. The pain and stress that shown on my face was gone.

He took me to Chicago where there were just so many gay guys at one bar and there were three bars on one block all full of guy dudes. I started to get the big picture. He made it clear he was not interested in a relationship with someone my age. I lived at his house for nine months, before moving back in with my mom. He transfering to somewhere out of state.

I got my CDL license and started driving a semi. Just to freak out about how many guys do gay stuff. The whole world sucks, for the way treat gay people. For the first time ever I can say I am happy I am gay. I can find a hot man to sleep with every night if I want. I just don't how this could get better. Then I pick a kid headed for San Diego that says he will do anything for a ride. Best road trip ever, Slight change in plan he is going to ride with me to Seattle now, and then see what come next.

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