There was a war going on and all the maidens had bonnets and guns. I was caught up in the tragedy but at the same time, I was worried. My mom had completely rearranged my room and I hated the feeling of it. I couldn’t sleep in a room where I was uncomfortable with every aspect.
This gal, she had recently lost a lot of weight, she showed me the meaning of homosexual love. I ran into an old friend, a gay friend, and we walked hand in hand to that political section of the store where it was okay to be gay. I curled up with my friend and the gal showed me that he was in love with me (we kissed) and that he was not. She kissed him. She wanted to make love with me.
I told her gently as we walked up the dusty hill to my house that I couldn’t do it, just because she wasn’t the right person. A mouse popped up out of a hole and we were surrounded with squeaks as the mouse grew larger. It tackled the gal and became her friend. We walked to my house and I helped the gal carry some stuff back down to her car. It was a gorgeous blue day at the beginning of summer. I was sucked up in the thrall of the year (how could I enjoy the weather when there was a war going on?).
I helped the gal carry some more stuff to her car and this time we drove for about fifteen minutes on thin roads to a community college, but I found I couldn’t get a ride back until she did so I contemplated hitchhiking.