It took seeing my best friend's penis to know that i wasn't bisexual

Wednesday, September 14, 2005 9:38 PM

But first, i need to start with the beginning of that night.
My friend Tod and i went to the pool hall, then we went to this guy joey's house. we played football...and it hurt. I got railroaded by a 350 pound fifteen year old tank. it was a fucking blast.
Then we stopped by my old best friends house, named marcus. We drove to a grociery store that was about an hour away to steal some vodka ( And we sung christan songs along the way, which was about as wied as it sounds)
fast foward about four hours, and we're all getting bombed off the stolen smirnoff.(which i felt pretty bad about later on) I fall asleep in the big chair about five uin the mormning, and about six todd woke me up and said "I need help with marcus."
Marcus was having some sor of panic attack, and he couldn't remeber who where he was for about half an hour. then he got his memory back, but he couldn't walk, so we had to help him take a piss. and that's when i saw it. It made me really not want to be gay. ( i was having a lot of confusioin on the subject up intil that point.)
I feel beter about life, except the guilt over the stealing.(although, it was a lot of fun to do it. i was the distraction.)
any thoughts?

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