Love on the rocks – Oh, what a surprise! Chapter 9
My second day at Overlea (Senior High School) seemed to pass okay. No one called me the f-word or Peacocky. Things were going okay. After chorus Mr. King asked to see me. I thought, “What now? Did he see me look at Keith’s nice, tight jeans and the way he clapped on the side of his leg? Mercy.” ...Continue

Love on the rocks – Oh, what a surprise! Chapter 8
I snuck into the library until gym class was over. I went to lunch and did not know where to sit. Oh, hell’s bells! Jim Krauss was sitting at a table and invited me to sit down. Well, I ate pizza, French fries, and a coke while looking at Jim from head to toe. He is 5’ 10”. I am 6’ 1”. He weighed 175 pounds and I weighed 150 pounds. Not a bad match. Just as I was about to say something dumb or stupid, Mr. Belinko, the physical education teacher, walked by and said, “Skipper, come with me to the office, please.” ...Continue

Love on the rocks – Oh, what a surprise! Chapter 7
Now for those of you who were reading my life story – “LOVE ON THE ROCKS, OH WHAT A SURPRISE!” I had to take a break from writing for a few reasons – my car was stolen and after surviving two of the worst snow storms I fell on the ice coming home from a Drag Show at the Hippo! I am ok now but I was in Bayview Hospital. ...Continue

Love on the Rocks—Oh! What a surprise! Chapter 6
The summer of 1981 was a truly “interesting” summer. My first trip to Mount Vernon was a “trip”! I walked up to Belair Road (1 ¼ mile) and took the #15 bus downtown to Saratoga Street and N. Charles. I then walked down Charles Street to Eager Street (1 ½ miles). I walked past The Hippo. As a young naïve 15-year-old, I thought, “Oh, I am too skinny to go to ‘The Hippo’. So, I walked up the street to Leon’s and pranced in to see Doris smoking a cig in a tube top and yelling, “What’s your pleasure?”, to which I responded, “Peach Fuzz.” ...Continue

Love on the Rocks—Oh! What a surprise! Chapter 5
Parkville Jr. High was a long distance from our house on Cliffwood Road. I had to get up and walk down the road to catch a bus. The ride on “the bus” was not a cool thing. The kids were loud and always pushing me out of their way. Thank goodness that Shellers and Jazmin had gone to a different school ‘cause I would have been beaten up the first time I put my hand on my hip and said, “Scuse me.” ...Continue