Joseph teases me, “You know what I love about you? So many angry teen queens grow up to be well-adjusted gays, but you—you have really stayed the course.”
“To thine own self and all that s**t,” I reply.
Like an i***t, I look around me and take in the anonymity of my surroundings. I squirm as that oppressive ‘limbo’ sensation thickens the air between stucco and low-pile. “I haven’t seen anybody I know,” I say.
“Well, it’s not like you can go back to your high school to find your old pals.” This is a joke; he knows high school was miserable.
“It’s true, there’s no one I want to see. But…the doctor says she’s been clean for more than a year. I guess I need confirmation… Maybe I want to hear what she’s like when she’s been clean for that long.”
“It’s got nothing to do with you unless you
