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How It Was - Part 2

Continuing the writings of experiences in the life of a young TS, in the years before the personal computer, internet, cellphones, camcorders, VCR, DVD, etc. etc. etc.

WARNING - There is a fist-fight at the bus stop. It really is not much of a fight and no one is injured but if you are very sensitive to physical violence, you might want to skip it. If you want to read up to that point, stop at "August 1968". Also, the words "queer" and "homo" are used, because they were the words used at that time.

How It Was - Part 1

There are so many really talented writers here on BCST, and I'm definitely not one of them. This is just something that has been rattling around in my brain for the last few days and if there really are Muses, mine has been bugging me to write this. I argued, "I'm a musician dammit, not a writer!" The Muse said, "Do it anyway". I came back with, "If I can't do something well, I'd rather not do it!" She countered with, "Don't be so friggin' arrogant. You'll never write like many of them at BCST, that's for sure, but do it anyway!" So then I said, "Yes Ma'am!"

First off, some will say, "you start out at 5 years old, how could a 5 year old write this?" Consider it a peek into the child's brain, not as something actually written by the 5 year old, k? Please? :) If anyone reads this and it doesn't bore them to tears, I'll post the rest of it.
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