I woke up to the sound of birds calling to each other; they seemed excited, maybe one of them had found a huge worm. Speaking of huge worms…oh, never mind. Either you have a dirty mind or you don’t. Where was I? Hell, where am I?
I was in a bad mood; I shouldn’t have been, it was going to be a great day, but there it was, a huge black cloud of doubt, shame, fear, hanging over me. One thing that bothered me was I hadn’t seen two of the gay boys that I’d known in high school, who were very out at the time; way before time for a small town, actually. Um, what were their names—got it; Garth and Simon. Just because they hadn’t been at The Grotto last night didn’t mean anything bad had happened; they could have moved away or just been busy. But I still could not shake the bad feeling about them
