  I don't care what y'all say. Some folks at urlLink Mefi upset me into not reading past the first ten comments. That man allowed how many gay men die without calling for a goddamned this to happen? Yet, he was my childhood hero. Ok. An analogy: Even if it's your dad who sells your ass to the circus. He's still your dad, right? He meant something when you were a kid, however maturity has pulled that picture into a tighter frame? I'm conflicted (as always), but let it be confirmed; my first phone call after I heard the news was to my mom.
35% of the conservative stronhold that captured my life from the get-go. she seemed much less affected. I, on the other hand, was soft enough to tear up each time the radio made mention of it in a full sentence. Think I'd better tend to an angry ankle than keep wondering about. An era. 
