White Houses

By: David

Prologue

“Crashed on the floor when I moved in…” Vanessa Carlton

It’s really hard to get up in the mornings. Especially when you’re as hung over as I am. And believe me, I’m hung over. Massive migraine, stomachache, groggy, you know the entire works.

Why I went to that dumb party, I have no idea. It was a bunch of retarded jack asses, trying to get a quick screw with some brainless chicks. Straight guys are so dumb sometimes. Their brains are always revolving around breasts and quickie blowjobs in the bathroom stalls.

That’s why I’m gay. Yep, a fag, faerie, queen, whatever name you homophobic jerks want to label us as. So, stop reading now if in fact you are a homophobic jerk, because this is my story. Through my eyes, ok? I guess I need to rewind, probably back to that dumb party, so that you can get a sense of who I am. Before you find out who I become.