WHEN: Fine was FINE and I had no idea I would ever get old.
Where: Billy *****'s house in the Brodell's , all BRICK. The finest manicured lawns I had ever seen, full of upscale bourgeoisie negroes. They observed curfews, didn't get loud and fight. No smoking. No liquor, no open drinking. Yes, we drank, still got drunk, just more discreetly.
WHAT: "Slow dragging" with fine ass Earl *********. Gently rubbing his ripped chest, his solid black steel six pack against mine. He was so tall compared to me, I thought I could climb him.
WHY: You need memories to make life worth living.
WHO: You, remember something that makes you smile as often as you can.
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