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The storm blew itself out by morning, and we rose late (6:30!) and went upstairs to find the rising sun reflecting off the ground puddles through the kitchen windows. Breakfast was light, mostly coffee and sausage biscuits, June informing me the mounds of food at the potluck lunch after church would more than reward the lack now, and, as the girls weren’t home, Jericho and I were instructed to pasture the animals. “I’ve already milked Cow. You boys sure slept late, must’ve had a nice time las
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Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying! But no the Mateo instead of Mat thing was deliberate, they call each other by their full names in their night chats "...and then converse softly in the darkness, him always calling me Mateo instead of Mat..." But thanks for noticing 🙂
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As so ended my first full day on June’s farm and in Jericho’s constant company. I’ve gone into great detail on my first thirty or so hours there, using roughly a fifth of the real estate I’ve allotted for this (if you’ll excuse the affectation) memoir, because for the most part the rest of the week, indeed the rest of the summer, dropped into much the same routine. We’d wake up at five, eat a hearty breakfast prepared by the twins and work until lunch. After, Jericho and I would do our thing
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They're major characters and you'll be seeing more of them.
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Thanks, glad you're enjoying. Jericho and Mateo have quite the journey ahead of them. Stick around lol
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I awoke on Tuesday to a gentle hand shaking my shoulder. “Mat. Yo, Mat!” I blinked. Jericho stood over me, already dressed, the rays of the floor lamp behind him giving him a golden glow but casting his handsome face in shadow. “Rise and shine, Mat my boy, time to face the day!” Day? What day? The slit windows were still dark! I mumbled a reluctant assent and sat up, making sure to keep the sheets pulled close over my lower torso. “Hurry up and throw on some work clothes, breakfast won
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Thanks, Dan, so glad you enjoyed! Ah those clock radios, cost $5 at Kmart and were loud as a passing train it they ran forever. And the Paul Harvey reference was real life you did NOT talk while he was hehe.
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Thanks Jjeff, so glad you liked!
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In the summer of 1992 my parents packed me off to stay with relatives so they themselves could spend the season touring continental Europe. I discovered later the trip was a last-ditch effort to save their marriage (it worked, by the way, they’re still together) but at the time I was petulant and resentful, not only because they were going without me but also because the enlisted babysitters lived on a farm about a billion miles away from any remotely interesting activity. During the long driv
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When I was growing up, Chisaw County only had one whore, a chubby, bottle-blond floozie with tired eyes and a quick, proud scowl, and she’d screw for three dollars or suck for two. I had no real interest in her woman part, no matter how many of my friends bragged (lied) about doing her, though over time I became more and more intrigued at the notion of getting sucked. I already knew how it felt, having experimented once with a cousin, but he hadn’t been impressed then and unfortunately showed
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I'd crushed on other guys before, my cousin Jericho was my first experience with pure, unadulterated love.
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Thanks, Alex! Glad you liked!
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A young man in reluctant thrall to his burgeoning sexuality. A best friend who doesn't understand why he's been pushed away. Two other young men, who may or may not be related, in the throes of a weird-but-friendly competition. A baseball card and a shell necklace and a reefer before the storm. A ruined shotgun shack. And, lastly, a psychedelic patchwork quilt. What do these things have in common? Free love.
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It was either the last week of school before summer vacation or the week previous, I can’t remember anymore. I’d taken my lunch outside and was sitting under a tree reading something by Daphne du Maurier, most likely “Rebecca” or “Jamaica Inn”. Whichever, I was deep into the heroine’s troubles when my best friend snatched the book from my hands. “Excuse me for bothering you, mister perfect stranger,” Ronnie lilted politely, “I was wondering if you’ve seen a short, skinny and excruciatingl
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