We had always chatted, about the things that went on in school. I had the left hand side of the street, and a girl, named Cindy had the right hand side of the street. I generally walked and the last quarter mile of my route was a split one. It was a small town, about eight thousand people you still had paperboys that walked or rode their bike and dropped the paper off. When I was thirteen, I had a paper route that ran around my small country town in the Southwestern tip of Virginia. I consider my self to be quite muscular and have always been gifted in my ability to keep a decent body no matter what I have eaten. (aren't we all), I am twenty five years old, six foot one, one hundred and eighty five pounds. But we all had that day, and mine went something like this. It doesn't matter if we fought it to begin with, or if you embraced it the second it slapped you in the face. The day we woke up and realized we were different from everyone else, the day we realized we were gay. It doesn't matter if you are closeted, or out, flaming, or butch we all had that exact same day. I don't know if you guys can remember the day, that one we all have had if we are gay.
