One day I showed the song to my agent. He was shocked. "Bill I never knew you were a transvestite." Jim, I'm not. It's a song about a guy we saw in a ...ar once." Bill, you've got to get it out there. It's brilliant."I thought about how we do that. I'd have to try to find the transvestiteor something. I could never dress like that.It was Friday night. I got over to Janet's. She said, "Hi Brad," as sheopened the door to me."Brad? I'm not called Brad," I said. "Are you seeing someone?" I asked."No,. Dad had already left for work and my sister was in class all day.There was a knock on my door and my mom asked if she could come in. She entered my room, wearing a full-length bathrobe, pulled a chair up next to my bed and sat down facing me.Are you okay” I asked. You didn't say a peep last night at dinner.”I'm fine. I was just a little confused out about what happened yesterday. I feel a little guilty.”Me too.” I said. I guess we kinda got caught up in the moment huh Now that it happened, I'm. ” I mumbled, tears in my voice. “I’m sorry, honey...” I staggered out the door and to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I was sorry. I didn’t know what I was sorry for, for what we did, what I allowed, or for ending it. I just laid there, in confusion, and cried.I heard him enter the room, and felt him sit on the side of the bed. I snuffled and sniffed, and finally raised up. I just looked at him, and melted again. Before I knew it I was in his arms, and he held me as I cried some. I then went into the spare room, picked up her clothes and threw them out on the street. The fucking bitch. I went back down stairs to the kitchen and I fucking shouted for them to get out of my fucking house, and that I never wanted to fucking see them again. Last I saw was there naked arses running out the front door as I came out the kitchen with a carving knife. Some fucking friend she turned out to be – thank god I don’t work with her anymore. And as for that fucking waster……..….I’m never.