From the age of thirteen to college graduation, I had a best friend named Curtis. We did everything together; we were inseparable. Curtis was straight and he knew I was gay but he didn’t care. We had this sort of chemistry between us that felt just right. We both came from broken families and grew up very poor. But we still managed to have a good time despite the adversities we faced.
Curtis lives 350 miles from me now and we rarely see each other. But back in November I spent four days with him up in North Carolina at his vacation home near Asheville. We had a great time and we shared a lot of personal things about what was going on in our lives.
What a nice time it was.
I have a busy day ahead of me. I have to pack an overnight bag right after I finish this post. Right after lunch I’ll drive into the city to visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming. I have errands to run on my way home, and then I’ll drive northward about 30 miles to spend the evening with friends I’ve know forever. We’ll drink some wine and have a nice meal. Then I’m meeting another friend at a hotel for…you know. It’s all good and I’m looking forward to every moment.
Have a nice Friday, friends.