I’m Gay
Actually, I’m not.
But some people said I was. This morning I got called a “fag” twice on my tune-up ride out to Seekonk. Once by some a gentleman in a beater Honda trying to impress his buddy (what are they doing up at 6:30am anyway?), and once on my way back, by an obese 14-year old boy in the EashProv projects.
But don’t you fret, the middle fingers were in full aloft this fine morn.
