You can either put your bigotry aside and love me for who I am, or you can watch me kill myself." You bought yourself a gun?" His mother asked."Not to...ay I haven't." Roger said as he twisted the phone cord with hispink polished fingers. "I just bought a nice outfit that would lookgood on me in a coffin if I were to kill myself. Even if I don't buy agun, the house has plenty of carving knifes to cut my throat with."That was when a nearly blinding light shined out of the air. A wingedangel. We never hear from him, anymore.Tom thought his use of viagra had some peculiar side effects, like some slightly painful urinations, but not the kind associated with gonorrhea. Tom was taught by his father that if he had gonorrhea, it would hurt as if his piss was boiling out of his urethra.Tom had this feeling that he still had to piss even when he was just finished!Prostate!He had put off seeing the doctor while we were having such a wonderful time with ourselves, and who knows if that delay. His voice was a bit deeper, and definitely harder in tone. It made me think of a gang-member, or that prison convict I had interviewed the other day.“Not tonight, that’s for sure…” I had to agree. I wanted Zack to touch me like I wanted to have a colonoscopy.The white guy chimed in. “Well, we can help with that…”His own hand reached out, and started to caress my side, again, with the back of his hand. I don’t know why, but every time I wore satin, and I wore it a lot, guys just couldn’t keep. He understood, got out his wallet, and produced acharge card. The clerk rang up the sale and gave him the impressivetotal. With numb fingers he inserted the card into the reader and paidfor it all. The young woman put everything into a large pink shoppingbag with handles and the store's name emblazoned across it in largecurling letters. He reluctantly accepted it and followed Astrid back outinto the mall. Once again walking a short distance behind her, hewondered if people would think he.