He knew he was going to catch some flack for the choice he made.

That's what he thought as he rummaged through his duffle bag.

Instead of a baseball gove, cleats, bat, helmet and uniform, he pulled out his ballet shoes, dance belt and unitard, not exactly the uniform of choice for most boys his age.

"Company warmups in five minutes, Max!" a voice yelled from the other side of his dressing room door.

"I'm coming," he said, rushing to get dressed.

CHAPTER 75
What I think of as February weather hit us mid-January, those days without end that are grey and miserable and unfailingly damp.

Chapter 41: Steve

I got home from lunch on Monday, and saw that I had message waiting for me. I hit the play button and "Hello, Steve? This is Sarah, Dave's landlady, I or rather Dave needs a favor from you. Could you give me a call back this afternoon? Thanks."

Sweet Dreams-10...Am I in a Daydream?

Chapter 10

“Found you ya fucking faggot.” Cliffs hand was wrapped around the back of my neck and was pressing me into the hallways clean gyp-rock wall. I can smell the dirt on him, the unwashed smell of body odor and the releasing of the toxic garbage in his system out through his skin. There’s whiskey on his breath and it mixes with the reeking choking smell of rotting teeth.