Then, I was back in bloody Williston Park, Long Island. The house next to my parents' had been sold and a couple of jovial gay men were sitting on the front lawn in folding chairs eating apples that were falling from their tree. They were friendly and offered me an apple, which I took. I found them good company, but figured my parents were going to freak out. ( I was about 13 or so-) Hmmmmm, all very interesting...
God, it feels chilly in here. had to turn the heat on. Still pissing around with that 'hairy women' thing.