My grandma Jones loves Tom Selleck and a “good beat up James Bond” and she and I have the latter thing in common. She also had this hairdresser who would make house calls, he might’ve been the first openly gay person I ever met. I’ll call him G here. One day, this had to be in seventh grade or so, I went to her house after school while G was there, I think she had another friend in the mix, they were having wine and laughing loudly. I had a sudden rush of anxiety, because, people, and walked around the side of her garage and threw up the salad from lunch all over her sidewalk, everything was very much intact. It was impressive. I proceeded to enter the house feeling much better, never telling her what had occurred. That’s it
