Back in Cali
It's good to be home. It was great to see everyone in Texas. It's been 4 years since I was back and 8 years since I spent enough time to see everyone. I hadn't even realized it's been so long. Fort Worth is no longer my city. Places have changed; buildings have been torn down, gutted or renovated. I didn't feel like I was home until I went by Fantasy Imports, a head shop I worked at in my 20s.
Sarah was still there. I told her she looked good, she laughed at me and said she gained 80lbs. She looked the same, just puffier. I felt bad for her. She had left and ended up coming back. There are no benefits for her, and she works six days a week. She hates it there. She told me. It was a very intense moment of revelation. There but for fortune go I. I had that sense of the path not taken many times that week as I visited my childhood friends and haunts.
My best gay boyfriend, James, met me at DFW. He brought his leather daddy, Kent. I fell in love with him,...