Scott is the big reason I'm doing blogathon. He was a friend of my parents'. I remember him in my life from the time I was 6 or so. He had a cool house that was decorated like nothing I'd ever seen before. He had stereo speakers taller than I was on either side of his fireplace named Sinister and Dexter. He had an antique wheelchair in the corner of his living room that had a mannequin sitting in it, and he would change her clothes sometimes. My sister and I used to fight over who got to play in the wheelchair, and Scott usually wouldn't let us play with it. He used to buy like, 6 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies from each of us. He'd put them in the freezer and feed them to us when we came over. In his kitchen he had a lamp made from a blowfish. He always had cool roomates too, that were ever changing. Gus stayed for a long time though, and I liked Gus.
Those are the memories of a little girl. I didn't know what gay was back then. As an adult I realize that the revolving men were Scott's boyfriends. Gus was an ex who became a long term roommate. I don't know this for sure, but I'm pretty sure that Gus was really sick too. He was always gaunt and sickly looking. I didn't understand then, I was too young.
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"And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two- “I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat, and you deserve more than that"
You're playing stuff I know now. yay. Home, Michael Buble. Hmm. did I just butcher his last name?
Posted by: Caryn at July 29, 2006 03:27 PM