Jace’s Place Chapter 4 Part 2

After setting up at the party location, the first Christmas gig starts with our traditional Sorrento’s pizza, beer, and pot. We roll in with pot-fueled swagger, hitting up attendees for their favorite songs. Their choices are standard metal and R&B songs that we always play. To give the party some alternative choices we start with the Beatles’ ‘Sgt. Pepper/Little Help from my Friends medley.

A cluster of our roadies and some girl groupies gathered up front. A lot of people are milling about in the back.
I put the mic down and yell out, “You want more Beatles, or how about some metal?”
A few ‘hell, yeah’s,’ come from the back when I mention metal.
I take the mic and lean back to back with Jace, who rips into ‘Paranoid.’

 

 

Those in the back run up and try to push through the crowd. Iggy, Dave, Jazz and the others form a barrier so the groupies aren’t pushed around. When we finish, I yell out, ”Settle down. Let the girls be in the front. You’ll get all the metal you need.” I move away from Jace, pacing back and forth, Robby hits the drum intro to Aerosmith’s ‘Walk This Way.’

I scream the lyrics way higher than I want, but Jace hit the lead chords, and the crowd’s into it. They start pacing back and forth with me. I exaggerate the ‘walk’, with my hands on my hips and doing pelvic thrusts. Without stopping, Jace breaks into ‘Same Old Song & Dance,’ which was more in my vocal range.

Jace’s leads kept on coming. At the end, we ask, “You want American or British Metal?”
The answer comes back American.
“Alright, you now get our surprise guest. Iggy, get up here.”
He pushes through the crowd in full makeup and drag with his dog collar and leash. I hand him the mic. Jace and I hit the opening chords several times while he writhes on the floor and finally jumps up, singing ‘I wanna be your dog.’

Then we let him do ‘Raw Power.”

Taking back the mic, “Give it up for our friend Iggy.” People cheer and I hear people asking, “Is that really Iggy Pop?”
“No, lame-o’s, That’s our Iggy.” And he runs into the crowd.
“Since you’re not too discriminating, you’ll get some British invasion. Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’.”

 

 

It calms them down. Jace rips into ‘House of the Rising Sun’ by the Animals.

Then we do a medley of the Kinks’ ‘You Really Got Me’

 

and ‘Lola,’

where I sing ‘Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy, But when I look in her eyes, Well I almost fell for my Lola,,’ to the Jacettes, who are singing back-up ‘Lola, el ow el ay, Lola.’ Then, I ran over to Jace and sing,

‘ Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,

Except for Lola. Lo lo lo lo Lola.’

Then I ran back to Mary, slid to my knees, while the Jacettes sing, ‘”Little boy, gonna make you a man.”

Songwriters: DAVIES, RAYMOND DOUGLAS © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

 

The crowd is half going crazy at my antics or standing there wanting for a finale, so I stand up and give Flo a big kiss.
“Time for a break to clear up my mind. Somebody give me a beer.”  I walk off the stage. Jace stays there riffing on the ‘All Day and All of the Night’ chords.

 

 

Felix comes up and hands me a beer. I hug him and jump up and down from unspent energy and excitement.
“Felix, you came. I love you, dude.”
He looks like he half believes me, and then laughs. “You really are an attention junkie.”
“Yeah. Shoot me up right now.”
He looks at my outfit, which was mostly accessories from Out & Proud, a long boa-like scarf, flared jeans so tight I had already popped a couple of buttons, a long-sleeved knit tee, and a floppy Hendrix hat. I stood about 6 feet 6 inches in platform boots.
“I’ve got to get you photographed. Man, you know how to work it.”
“Bring it on.”
Jace comes up and accuses Felix, “You hitting on my man?”
“Completely, totally, fully, indelibly..”
“What?”
“Yeah. He’s the cat’s meow.”
“That ain’t rock n roll.”
“That’s suicide.”
One of t him, “Hey, dude. Com’n over here. I want to introduce you to my friend, Felix.”
He gives me a big smile that I had actually remember him, and extends his slender wrist to Felix.
“My name’s Phillip, hi.”
“Where’s your friend?” I ask.
“Oh, he has a boyfriend now,” he sadly explains.
“I thought you guys were together.”
“Well, we came out together, but we’re really just friends.”
“I promis Felix I’d find him to a nice boyfriend and it looks like you’re available. So, how about it?”
He turns bright red, barely able to look at Felix. He finally says to me, “You are so casual and upfront about it all. I wish I had your confidence.”
“You see Jace,” who is surrounded by guitar groupies, “he was so shy and lacked confidence just three months ago. All he needed was someone to believe in him. He has so much talent. It just needed to be tapped.”
“He’s your boyfriend, right.”
“Totally. We’re together every minute of every day.”
“Can I ask what you do, y’know, in bed?”
“No. Are you new to this boyfriend thing?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I guess that was too personal.”
“It’s okay, Phillip. I have a rule that I don’t kiss and tell.”
Felix was almost squirming to get in this kid’s pants. Finally he asks, “How old are you?”
“Oh, I don’t kiss and tell.”
We all laugh.
“No, I’m nineteen and in college at the University.”
“Let’s get a beer,” Felix pulls him away. Phillip looks pleased.
“Another one bites the dust.” I sing.

I walk over to Jace who looks relieved to get away from his fans.
“Are we going to do the jam session?” I ask.
“I hope there are some people who can sing and play.”
“Let’s find out.”
I walk over to the others and explain we were going to try to start a jam session.We may have to let some of these goons try to play with us. Michael doesn’t look happy about it. Most of the equipment was his dad’s.
“Where’s your dad?” I ask him.
“I expect him to be here. We really should get his okay about sharing his stuff with anyone.”
“Well, let’s play some glitter songs and hope he shows up. How about letting him play your bass, Hippie Greg? I bet he can rock out to Frank Sinatra.”
“Sure, I guess.”
“Well, let’s hope he shows up.”

I grab the mic, “Hey hey, yo moma, yo moma. Listen up. We’re looking for another guest to show up but in the meantime, we’re gonna play some different rock n roll.”

I looked over at Felix and Phillip standing at the side.
“Phillip, get your butt over here. This song’s for you.”
I grab a cigarette from one of the girls in front.

“Time takes a cigarette, You put it in your mouth, you pull on a finger, another finger, then your cigarette…..

you’re a rock and roll suicide….

just turn on with me and you’re not alone
Let’s turn on with me and you’re not alone (wonderful)
Let’s turn on and be not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.”

Songwriters: BOWIE, DAVID
Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

I’m afraid Phillip was going be swallowed up by the floor. I don’t mean to embarrass him. Tears are welling up. Felix is right there. He hugs him and they kiss. Everyone is whistling. Girls are screaming. I nod to Jace and mouth ‘Dudes.” He begins the chords to ‘All the Young Dudes.”

“…. Hey brother you guessed I’m a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
….Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It’s a real mean team
We can love
Oh we can love
And my brother’s back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Songwriters: BOWIE, DAVID
© EMI Music Publishing, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, TINTORETTO MUSIC

Jace finishes the song riffing leads. I jump to the front and push the crowd back. It’s insane, guys are angry, girls are swooning, Playing the chords and singing over and over,
“All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news “

I scream, “I wanna see you, come on and be news, we need you , don’t be fools.”
I push until I collapse. Two husky guys pick me up. I’m lifted above their heads and carried across the crowd, singing into the mic,
“All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news “

Jace switches to the intro to ‘Rock n Roll All Nite.”

I jump up and sing, “You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’

I wanna rock ‘n roll all nite and party every day

I wanna rock ‘n roll all nite and party every day

I wanna rock ‘n roll all nite and party every day

I wanna rock ‘n roll all nite and party every day.”

Songwriters STANLEY, PAUL / SIMMONS, GENE Published by Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I look up and see Michael’s dad with a huge smile on his face as he observes my antics. I wave him to come up front and I ask him if he would play a Frank Sinatra song with us. “You know I want to but I can’t be embarrassing Michael.”
“He wants you to, we already agreed if you showed up. It’s the point when this party turns into a massive jam session. Do you know ‘My Way.”
He just nods and smiles. I get Hippie Greg to give him the bass. He runs a few notes and nods he was ready.
“Okay, quiet down you homos and other people. We’re going to take it down a notch and let our band’s hero get in on this fun.”
I nod to Michael who does a drum roll. I let his dad do the first line solo, which he hits. Then I begin to sing,

 

“And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way”

Songwriters
JACQUES REVAUX, CLAUDE FRANCOIS, GILLES THIBAUT, PAUL ANKA
Published by
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

It calms everyone down, so I can talk over the bedlam, “This is the part of the party when we ask you what songs you want us to play. If you’re brave enough you can come up and play with us. Who has a request?”
Someone yelled, “Stones. Stones.”
“Okay, what song can you play?”
Silence. Then someone else yells, “Sympathy for the Devil.”
“Can you play it?”
“NO, but I can sing it.”
“Come on up.”
He jumps up. I stand with him at the mic. Michael and Robby start the tribal drum beat. Hippie Greg takes the bass from Mr. Antonio. I mouth ‘ow.’The kid responded with a wicked, “OOOOW….. Please allow me to introduce myself…..”

At the finish he jumps down waving the devil fingers at his friends.
“Next,” I shout.
“Satisfaction.”
”Com’n up.”
This guy indicates he’ll play the guitar, so I give him mine. He hits a chord which was vaguely similar to the song, and I jump in, “I can’t get no….”

He’s terrible, but Jace is able to fit the sound together after I turn my guitar way down. The kid really thinks what he hears was his own playing, not Jace’s”

“Okay, enough Stones. Who’s got a song they can play.”
A black girl yells, “Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes’ If you don’t know …”

 

“Com’n up and join the Jacettes.” The girls make room for her and suddenly her two other friends jump on stage as well. I give Flo my mic so we have six singers on two mics. It goes on like this for over an hour, with everyone crowding our stage. Finally I say, “Okay, the last song is meant for dancing.” I start the Jackson Five’s ‘ABC.’ I sing the opening verses. Everybody was swaying and before the chorus, I shout, “Sing out,

‘ ABC
Easy as
One, two, three
Or simple as
Do re mi
ABC, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl!
ABC
Easy as
One, two, three
Or simple as
Do re mi
ABC, one, two, three, baby, you and me!’

Everyone is singing and doing the Jackson’s Motown shuffle. We go through it three or four times, with me singing the verses and everyone doing the chorus.

I finally give Robby and Michael the signal to end.
“Thank you. Thank you. You all are graduates of the Motown School of Hard Luck. Go out and get a tan. We’ll rip you off for all the soul you have, white boys.”
They laugh, but when they realized we were done. A collective, “No” goes up. They shout for more.
I look at Jace and mouth False Gods. He agrees.
I take the mic again. “You all had a good time?” Affirmative cheers went up. “You want to hear a song that’s ours?” Claps and howls. “Well, in case you didn’t know, we are False Gods. We’re here to take your pleas, so get on your knees.”

Jace did the intro and I came in with the drums,

 

 

“Where others feared to tread,

they gave us up for dead,

memories linger eternally,

as Lucifer’s proud plea,

a world of our own,

on high a black throne,

sing to make them see,

happy for eternity

 

…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

 

a world so meek and blind,

we laugh at all of  mankind,

fools misunderstand,

we’re Satan’s band,

a world of endless flaws,

facades and miracles applause,

eulogized but despised,

shed your false disguise,

fall to your knees,

utter useless pleas,

cause

 

…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

 

pray in foreign tongues,

shoot your useless guns,

sacrifice hallowed sheep,

shun cold, dark streets,

you’re just nasty fleas,

Set your minds at ease

 

…False Gods, False Gods…

 

we live eternally,

we hear your painful screams,

Just wait 20 years or so

You will know just what we mean

 

….We are False Gods, False Gods..

 

… False Gods”

You will know just what we mean

….We are False Gods, False Gods..”

 

At the end of my lyrics, Jace goes on a riff that is part heaven, part hell. He leaves everyone at a peak of high notes, and then crashes to an ending. ‘Boom.’

This is unexpected after all those covers. People start yelling, “False Gods, False Gods.” We walk off and collapse beside the stage. Everyone crowds round. I couldn’t tell if they like our own song, but the party is over. I just want to be in bed with Jace. He is stretched out with his head in my lap. Tim 118 Robby comes up with a joint. It’s a kick in the balls. I stop spinning and looked out at fifteen expectant fans. I pass the joint along. They all start yelling ‘False Gods. False Gods.” It feels so good to be thoroughly drained and have nothing left to give. The fans are giving back by just by being there. Finally Dave comes over and says everything is packed up and in the van. I hug him. I have nothing to say. He says they’ll leave it all at Michael’s house. We’ll catch a ride with Mr. Antonio. The frat social director comes over and handed me $800 without batting an eye. He knows not to stiff us.

Felix and Phillip come over and kneel beside us.
“You answered my prayers, false god,” Felix jokes, his arm around Phillip. I smile, thinking it’s what I did best, getting other people together. It’s what happens when I’m so tight with Jace. Others want to be in on it, whatever it is. Jace notices the stirring in my jeans, rolling his head around to look at me with a devilish grin.
“Should we skip Sorrento’s?” he asks.
“No way, without nourishment I’ll be useless tonight.”
“Your dick says otherwise.”
“You want to skip out?” I ask.
“Naw, but I expect you to be in full bloom tonight. I already made plans.”
My dick skips a double beat, as he nestled his head into my lap. Now I’m too embarrassed to get up. Flo, never one to miss anything, pulls me up and positioned herself in front of my bulge. We walk out to Mr. Antonio’s Caddy together. Ain’t life grand?

At Sorrento’s we need two booths to accommodate everyone. Michael’s dad indicates I should sit next to him. I figure he wants to talk about his own performance on ‘My Way.’
“Did you enjoy performing with us, Mr. Antonio?”
‘That was unexpected. You don’t have to charm me by letting me play.”
“It was the turning point of the show, when it became a free-form jam. It was my idea that anybody could jump up and play with us.”
“Michael asked if it was alright to let others use the equipment. I didn’t expect I’d to be the first one.”
“We know you’d enjoy playing a Sinatra classic. We aim to please everybody who comes to our shows.”
“You surely know how to get everyone to have a great time. How do you come up with these ideas?”
“We’re having a great time. That’s when ideas just pop into my head.”
“What’s your next idea.”
“The most important goal is to make the Viscaya party a success for Michael and Jenna. Have you talked with Mr. Lombardi?”
“I can’t just talk to him about Michael and Jenna getting together.  Michael has to impress him. If the band puts on a performance like you did tonight, I think romance may be in their stars. Lombardi will be able to tell if there’s real electricity between them. ”
“You’re a romantic, too?”
“I guess he gets it from someone,” he agrees.
“Then it will be even greater than ‘Romeo and Juliette.’”
“Tim,” he looks at me and gives me a big hug. Jace knows I’ll tear up and pulls me away before I lose it.
“Hey, the girls want some face time too,’ he orders.
I smile at Michael’s dad and shrug as Jace led me away. All three Jacettes are in the other booth with Robby and Iggy. They’re all chattering about their own performances. Flo grabs me, Edi has Jace and Robby has Mary.  Iggy’s in his own world.
“Pull out the doobie, “Iggy says. “I get first hit ‘cause I was the star tonight.”
“Man, we give you two songs and it goes to your head,” Robby says as he pulled a joint from behind his ear. “Let this weed whack your head before it blows up any more.” Tim 89
“Man, those people thought I really was Iggy Pop.”
“You better lose some weight if you’re gonna be Iggy Pop, or else they’ll think you’re Elton John.”
Everyone laughs while Iggy takes two hits before passing the joint. I notice that Flo and Edi don’t partake.  Our fun girls are party girls who can say no.
“You girls don’t imbibe the weed?” I ask.
Flo looks abashed and replies, “Sometimes when we want to get crazy but usually not.”
Jace and I give each other knowing looks. What are these girls scheming?

While Hippie Greg drives all the Jacettes home, Jace and I make out with them in the back seat. Robby and Mary make snide remarks to each other about how we’re just working ourselves up for later. I tell Robby he’s jealous because he doesn’t have a boyfriend. Mary will get sick of him for being so straight. Robby thinks the idea of him being straight is highly laughable. Mary whispers in his ear. Then he leans over and gives Hippie Greg a kiss on the cheek. We all almost die when he drives up on the curb. We ask Hippie Greg if he always gets so excited when he’s kissed.
“No one’s ever kissed me before,” he responds.
All the girls want to know what it felt like, but he’s too shy to say.
“Maybe if I kiss you, you might like it,” says Mary and she does just that. The car runs over the curb and back onto the road again. Everyone is bouncing around. Flo grabs my dick through my trousers.
“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” she asks. and everyone stares at me.
Jace answers, “He’s a free range chicken.”
Edi undoes Jace’s top button. “This little chicken has grown up.” Tim 119
Everyone goes“Eww.” Jace pushed Edi back and jumps on top. I push Flo the other direction. We’re both humping in syncopation in the back seat, When Robby and Mary turn around to watch, Hippie Greg also looks back. Up we go on the curb again. As the car bounces, Jace knocks me off Flo, who pulls Edi over to her side of the car while Jace and I ended up on the floor. He kisss me. The girls all go“Eww” again. Tim 80
“No more orgy,” Robby orders. We sit up on our half of the backseat. Flo and Edi clutch each other and collapse into giggles. I start tickling Jace. Soon all four of us are tickling and gasping in the back.

When we got to Mary’s, all the girls get out. Everyone but Hippie Greg is on her lawn making out, giggling, and making orgy noises. Mary hushes us when her father comes out the front door. He’s a party-pooper. We three boys jump back in the car and take off. We see Mary being yelled at by her pops. I wonder if she told him that he saved their front yard from being desecrated.

Robby jumped into the back with us. He Frenches me without warning, grabbing my still hard dick. Tim 241
“Hey, hands off,” Jace warns him, only to have Robby French him next, while still holding on to my dick. I grab Jace’s hard-on and start whacking it off. Jace throw sup his hands and grabs Robby’s dick. It’s a very tight circle jerk. Tim 164 Hippie Greg looks in the rear view mirror. Once he realizes what’s going on, he dioes’t look back again. I can tell that Jace is getting close. I pull him away from Robby and go down on his quivering dick. He can’t get to my dick. He goes down on Robby, who smiles like he had just won the Indianapolis 500. I slow down my bobbing on Jace. He’s right on the edge but not quite over, moaning like he’s being tortured. Robby shifts so he gets a good hold of my dick and begins pounding it, faster and faster. Jace’s mouth bobs ever faster on his dick. Robby just keeps whaling away on my dick.  I’m about to cum, increasing the pace on Jace, who quickly goesover the edge. Jace is coming in my mouth; I’m cumming in Robby’s hand; and Jace pulls Robby’s dick out of his mouth as it begins to spurt. It takes over a minute for all the cum to stop flying. When we all sit up. Hippie Greg sees our cum splattered faces. He hits the curb for the fourth time. We all yell at him. Taking the cum off our faces, we start rubbing it into Hippie Greg’s hair. He freaks, jumping out of the moving car. I climb into the front just as we go back over the curb into the road, bouncing us all around until I get control of the car and stop it. We can’t stop laughing. Even Hippie Greg can’t help himself, looking at us tumbled into the front seat, out pants down to our knees, splattered with cum and our dicks still hard as can be. He pulls us out of his car and tells us to walk home. He drives off with us holding up our pants in the middle of the street.
“You’re all homos,” he yells as he pulls away.
“Sorry you missed out,” Robby yells, “but you can keep our cum.”
We sit on the curb until we stop laughing, and then try to figure out where we were. Tim 528Hippie Greg comes around the corner.  We all think he’s going to run us over, so we run up on the lawn. This time he stays on the road and tells us to get in.
“How come you changed your mind?” Jace asks him.
“When I joined, I thought I had to turn gay, but I guess being a gay chauffeur isn’t that bad.”
We double up at his joke, which in retrospect is just his hippie logic. We all say, “We love you, Hippie Greg.” He hits the curb again, so we shut up, happy to have a ride home.
We get out at our house, with Robby wanting to come up and smoke a joint. Upstairs I look at us, covered now in dried cum and bedraggled in our glitter-show outfits. We’re the opposite of ‘glam.’ Not yet glum but looking done. After smoking out, Jace and I get ready to take a shower. Robby looks like he wants to join in, but we push him out the door. He argues that it wasn’t fair.  Mary is at her house. He has to sleep alone.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something to ease the pain,” I tell him. “You seem well versed at jacking cock.”

His sad, pitiful face is no match to our wanting to be with just each other. We shut the door in his face. I go to the window and lock that as well.
“Now for the main event,” Jace smiles happily.
We strips off each others clothes, get in the shower. After cleaning up, we fuck each other until the hot water finally runs out, a first. Tim 171 It turns cold as we’re lying on the tiled shower floor, making us jump up and hop naked into bed. My body twitches as we clung to each other, from complete exhaustion. I’m not sure, but I think Jace fucked me once more after I went to sleep. Joey warned me that falling asleep was my weakness. Sweet dreams are made of these.

Sunday morning, Jace wakes me up and says we have to walk Max. I barely have the strength to make it to the garage and back. Max sleeps with me as Jace works on some guitar chords. Sweet music calms my tired soul. Jace gets me up again. We walk Max home. I know he wants Max to stay with us but is afraid to ask. Maybe once  Dad and Susan accept Jace as a permanent resident. In the back of my mind, I think it’s better that we  sneak around, for the added excitement. Then I think I had enough excitement to keep me on edge for a while. Thoughts of a new song filtered up:

Sneaking around
Never been caught
All over town
Better than not.

Thrill’s in the chase
No time to waste
Folks on my case
All is in haste.

Waiting’s the worst
You are my first
I need you now
We’re on the prowl.

Back of an alley
Sprawled in the dirt
No time to dally
Who will cum first.

“Jace, I wrote a sex song.”
“What? ‘I love my girlfriend, she has big tits, when I stick it in, she shakes in fits?”
“Not bad, but mine’s about us,” and I sing the lyrics I wrote to him.
“All right, Shakespeare, but it needs a chorus.”
“How about ‘shaka shaka love?” Just keep repeating it.”
‘shaka shaka love shaka shaka
Shaka shaka love shaka shake.’

“Let me find the right chord and beat.” He does these short rips with a pause in between, so I had to stop in the middle of each line. Then for the chorus, he does jungle beats that never stop. Tim 259
He comes over and grabs me from behind, humping away to ‘shaka shaka shake.’ He humps me over to the bed, leans me over, and pulls down both our jeans. My butt cheeks clench and loosen on his hard-on. When he has enough pre-cum flowing, he reaches around to grabs my dick, shoving his dick all the way in to his balls. Tim 90 All the while he keeps up his ‘shaka shaka shake’ in synch with his thrusts. Finally he lets go with a ‘shaka shake love,’ holding the note out until I feel him explode deep inside my belly. I push him out as he continues to spurt spunk. I turned him around and grab both dicks, setting me off as well. He’s done before me. As I continue shooting, he collapses into my arms. With my final spurt I kiss him with both our tongues circling each other.
“Pretty good sex song,” he admits.
“Pretty good sex.” I agree.
“How about getting the Jacettes to do the shaka shakas while you hump me from behind. We’ll just sing the verses. If you don’t cum, we’ll switch places until one or both of us gets off.’
“Sounds perfect for our next performance at the Eros Lounge.”
“Yeah, I’ll place the mic, so both of us can sing into it.”
“Time for a shower,..again.” Jace gives me a devilish smile and wiggles his butt to let me know it’s my turn to fuck him. The hot water doesn’t run out this time. Tim 06

After we get dressed, I noticed how incredibly stinky my room is. I open the window and got the vacuum to air out and clean the place. Soon Robby is on my window sill, looking more sheepish than usual. tim-748
“What’s the matter, drummer boy?”
“Sorry about wanting to horn in on you guys last night.” He’s obviously got the message when my window was locked.
“Not satisfied with our backseat circle jerk?” I ask.
“Well, Mary didn’t stay over. I was hoping…”
Jace cut him off, “Be happy we did it once. If you’ve got more butt lust fever, get yourself your own boyfriend.”
That’s a bit harsh.
Jace laughs, “Hey, it was cool last night. We wrote a sex song. It has a jungle beat for the drums. You wanna hear it?”
We play it through, acting out the humping and faking the orgasms. Robby breaks up.
“You’ll get arrested for sure with that act.”
“We’ll save it for our secret North Miami gigs.”
“It’s called ‘Sex.’

Before Robby could pull out a joint, I hear a knock on the door to the stairs.
“Tim, is it okay to come up?”
“Hang on, Mom. I’ll be down to get the door.”
Robby looks at me as if he should leave, but I shake my head. I run down to let her up. Good timing on the cleaning.
We come up the stairs together.
“Mom, this is Robby; he lives across from our back yard. And you know Jace.”
“Merry Christmas, boys.
They both answer, “Merry Christmas, Ma’am.”
“Oh, so polite, Please just call me Susan.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they  both reply.
“Tim, I want to talk with you about Christmas.”
“Sure, we’re going caroling on Christmas Eve with the swim team kids, after we work during the day. It’s jammed with Christmas shoppers.”
“I didn’t know you had a job. Your dad will be so pleased.”
“Well, Please don’t tell him. I kinda want to surprise him when he asks.”
“Okay, that will be a nice Christmas gift for him. So, you’re free on Christmas day.
“Of course. Can I talk with you downstairs?”
We go back down. At the door I ask if Jace could come with us like he did on Thanksgiving.”
“I’m sure he can, but I’ll check with your dad. Is there some reason he won’t be with his family?”
“His parents are divorced and his older step-brother is home from college. They don’t get along. Jace gets bullied. Can you ask Dad now. I don’t want Jace to think he’s not welcome.”
“Of course. I’ll check right now. Bullying is so terrible”
I wait while Susan checks, thinking I’m starting to really appreciate her. She yells from the kitchen that it’s fine.
I ran upstairs and hug Jace. Tim 69

“You’re coming to dinner with us on Christmas.”
He tears up. I can’t help myself. So we jump up and down a bit, while the tears run down our cheeks.
“Jeez, you’d think you discovered Santa is real,” Robby complains. “I’m not fagging around anymore with you two fags.”
We pull him into our hug, “You can’t leave until you spark that joint.” Tim 100
We calm down with a Sunday morning high. Jace starts to miss Max, so we go to the garage to get him high. As we were blowing smoke into Max’s mug, John and his older brother Jeff walk into the garage.

“You’ll kill that dog by making him get high,” Jeff asserts himself.
“He’s addicted and will kill himself if we don’t spark him up,” Robby answers.
“Ha,” Jeff states. “And who are you?” he asks me.
I just stared at him, having heard about all the shit he pulls on Jace.
“Well?” he asks.
“You said something,” I sneer at him.
“Yeah, asshole, what are you doing in my garage?”
“You don’t live here, asshole,” and I pop in the stomachTim 112 and again in the mouth. He’s flat on his back and staring up at me before he knows what happened.
I heod him down with my foot, “Jace is my bro, and if you pull any more shit with him, you won’t be going back to your sweet college life.” Tim 103
To add emphasis, Max jumps up and growls at him. John and Robby start to giggle at Jeff, He beats a hasty retreat back into the house.
John looks at me, “Thanks, man. He’s deserved that for so long. Can I be your bro, too?”
“’Course. You always have been, man.”
I hope he isn’t going to hug me and he doesn’t.
“There’s only one way to deal with bullies, right?”

“Right,” all three of them answer, and Max barks his assent.
We take Max out for his walk and play toss and fetch with him. Jace tells John to tell his mom that he’s having Christmas at my house.
“Why don’t we have our own Christmas after dinner in my room,” Robby volunteers.
“You guys should hang out with us at Out & Proud in The Grove this week. It’s going to be madness with all the shoppers.”
John isn’t sure, “That’s the gay shop, right? What if my friends think I’m gay?”
“Tell ‘em your brother’s boyfriend will beat them up.”
Everyone laughs. John says he’ll get Dave and Jazz to come too. We decide to bring the practice amps and Robby will bring a pair of tom toms. We’ll do Christmas carols at the store and sprinkle glitter to have a merry glam Christmas.

We end up at Robby’s. Soon all the other misfits are there, even a few tourists. Once it gets dark, Robby leads us through the trees, stopping several times to carol the neighborhood. Jace and I leave, instead of going back to Robby’s.
Sitting in the window, we talk about whether Robby should find a boyfriend for himself. It’s awkward having to exclude him, even though he’s a manipulative drug dealer. He’s probably our best friend. Enough so we actually like having sex with him occasionally.
“Maybe he and Michael are friends enough that he only needs a girlfriend?” Jace suggests.
“Michael’s definitely straight; he just gay-friendly.”
“Guys need a lot of sex at our age.”
“You think?”
“Girls don’t seem to need it as much.”
“Maybe they don’t have boyfriends who know how to please them. The better the sex, the more you need it.”
“Girls are mysterious; guys are easier to read.”
“And screw.”
“Speak for yourself. Last night with Robby was the first time for me with anybody but you.”
“Oh, my innocent sex slave.”
“I slave for you; you slave for me.”
“You did seem a little jealous when Robby grabbed my dick.”
“Have you been with him before?”
“Just once, when I first met him. We jerked off together up in a tree. He stuck his big toe up my ass; I came and almost fell out of the tree. Since then it’s just been you.”
“We’ve already said we’re in love. Our rule is we must be together if we do it with anyone else.”
I look into his blue eyes, “I still love you as much as ever.’ tim-794
“Me, too.”
“Let’s fuck.”
“Boys will be boys.”
All the love talk makes our lovemaking passionate and unending. Neither one of us wants to stop. At one stage I ask him if he had fucked me while I was asleep the previous night.
“In your dreams,” he laughs.
“I can’t remember if it was a dream or if I woke up while you were in me.”
“I’m innocent, but my dick does have a mind of its own.” He slaps his dick several times, “Bad dick, bad dog.”’ He’s so cute and so alive, now that he feels that he’s lovable. His guitar ability comes from needing to express all his feelings and to share them with everyone. His body is mine. At the end I almost fall asleep while I’m fucking him. He shakes me, “Wake up.”
“Stop. I’m having the most wonderful dream.”
“More wonderful than fucking me?”
“Isn’t this a dream; pinch me.”
He pushes me out and mounts me for the umpteenth time. Tim 572 Anything after that is a dream. Endless love.

It’s Monday morning. Hippie Greg drives us with the practice amps and Robby’s tom toms to Out & Proud. Felix is excited about caroling and lets us set up on the sidewalk. John, Dave and Jazz show up dressed like urchins out of Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol.’  We played carols for hours, often with a crowd blocking traffic in the street. The store is so crowded that Felix and Phillip, now a sales clerk, need us to help out when we take breaks. People remark how much better live music is instead of the canned Christmas music at the Mall. Felix is beaming. I ask Phillip how things are going for them.
“It’s a little weird; he has a ‘sugar daddy,’ you know.”
“Oh, jealous already.”
“No. I know he likes me a lot more than him.”
“What’s the sugar daddy like?”
“Ancient. At least 35 and not too fit. He tries to be cool, but isn’t.”
“Sounds like you want Felix all to yourself.”
“Oh, I do. We can only be together for short times, when ‘he’ isn’t around.”
“Well, you are really attractive. Felix will be like a starter boyfriend.”
“You find me attractive?”
“Didn’t I pick you and your friend out of the crowd at our first show?”
“I’d never had anyone pick up on me, even if it was a show.”
“You’ll have plenty of come-ons. Just enjoy it and don’t get conceited.”
“You’re my gay godfather.”
“I’m 16. I’m not ready for kids.”
“Too late,” and he gives me a quick kiss and a special look. Jace is instantly at my side. Tim 575
“Bye, Phillip.” We both say.

Tuesday was just the same. We promise Felix we’ll keep working the after-Christmas sales. He says he had a special bonus for us at the end of the week. We tell him he had to keep that in his pants for Phillip. ‘No, I mean cash. We broke all our sales records this week.”
“How about  twenties for the three kids. They really helped.”
He peels off three bills, which we give to John, Dave and Jazz. They run into the store and try to buy outlandish jeans. Felix won’t take their money. Christmas comes early in the Grove. I call Mrs. Watt. She says she’s driving us for caroling. We give the store’s address for her to pick us up.

Stu and Mrs. Watt organized an evening of caroling. All the kids caroling are already in her station wagon. Jace and I jump in the middle bench seat, squeezing three younger kids over to make room. There are four in the way back and two in the front with Mrs. Watt. The nine kids are my regular bike crew plus Jace and me. Stu and Mike are in the front.
“Here are the caroling books, Tim,” Stu hands us the paper books with the standard carols in them.
“You remember Jace from the night we sang for your mom?” I ask.
“Sure. Hi Jace, you play a mean guitar. This is my best friend, Mike.”
“Hi, Stu and Mike,” Jace answers. “Who’s the rest of the crew?”
Stu introduces all the kids, calling them the Kendall bike crew.
I introduce Jace to Mrs. Watt. He surprises me by telling her how much I had told him about her. “Tim says you were his mom last summer, after his parents divorced. I am very happy to meet you, ma’am.”
“I am likewise, Jace.”
“Has everyone decided what their favorite carols are?” he asks the kids.
About five kids pipe up with various favorites.
Jace suggested, “How about My Three Kings of Orient are, smoking on a rubber cigar?”
They all start getting rowdy and shout wild lyrics.
“Okay, we have to be perfect angels when we go to people’s houses. Can you do that?”
“That’s no fun,” someone complains.
“What does the book have?” he asks.
Pretty soon we’re practicing ‘Silent Night,’ Hark the Herald Angels Sing,’ Oh Little Town of Bethlehem,’ and ‘Jingle Bells.”
“Do you know “Jingle Bell Rock?” he asks.
“How does it go?” Stu answers.
Jace and I do a duet,

“• Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin’ and blowin’ up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
• Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancin’ and prancin’ in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
• What a bright time, it’s the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin’ in a one-horse sleigh
• Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin’ feet
That’s the jingle bell rock
• Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bell chime in jingle bell time
Dancin’ and prancin’ in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
• What a bright time, it’s the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin’ in a one-horse sleigh
• Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin’ feet
That’s the jingle bell
That’s the jingle bell
That’s the jingle bell rock”

Songwriters: BEAL, JOE/BOOTHE, JAMES ROSS
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

“Yay, let’s do that one,” someone says.
“Okay, Tim and I will do the lines. Everyone else just do the ‘jingle bells,’ on one, two, three..”

We all start again. The kids catch on immediately. On the third time they’re singing along with us. By the fifth time everyone knows most of the words. We tell them to just keep going ‘jingle bell, jingle bell’ until they remember the next line. At the end everyone cheers.
Mrs. Watt asked, “Do you know ‘Winter Wonderland?”
So I do the solo,

“Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening
In the lane
Snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We’re happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
Gone away, is the bluebird
Here to stay, is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say are you married
We’ll say No Man
But you can do the job
When you’re in town
Later on
We’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we’ve made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening
In the lane
Snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We’re happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
Gone away, is the bluebird
Here to stay, is a new bird
He’s singing a song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he’s a circus clown
We’ll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman
Until the other kiddies knock him down
When it snows
Ain’t it thrilling
Though your nose, is a chilling
We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way
Walking in a winter wonderland

(Dick Smith, Felix Bernard, 1934)

Some of the kids remember to do ‘walking in a winter wonderland’ at the end of each verse. On the second and third time through most of them knew enough so everyone is singing. I still do the solo parts and everyone is backing me up.

Mrs. Watt pulls up to the first house. The kid who lived there jumps out to get his folks to come to the front door.
“Merry Christmas,” we yell when the kid gets back in the circle we form in front of the house.
Mrs. Watt whispers “Silent Night,”

 

and with her fingers, starts us off. After all the pop song versions we did in the car, the more serious carols are easy and we sound pretty good. We do ‘O Little Town of Bethlehem’

 

 

and ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.’

Everyone is singing confidently with few mistakes. Mrs. Watt asks the parents if we can do a couple of pop Christmas songs. We do ‘Winter Wonderland’ and “Jingle Bell Rock’ to end our caroling.
The parents knew we were coming and invite us into the house for cocoa and cookies. Jace and I are happy that our carolers did so well. The parents congratulate Mrs. Watt for starting a new team tradition. She call us over and say we’re the instigators.
“It’s really Stu and Mike who had the idea and got everyone to help.” I say.
They remember me from all the bike rides on the weekends and ask, “How come we don’t see you anymore, Tim?”
I don’t know what to say. Mrs. Watt explains that I’m in a band now and introduces Jace as the guitarist.
“No wonder the kids sounded so professional,” the mom says. Mrs. Watt winked at me. I realize I don’t need to make excuses, just show that I’m doing well.
At every house we mix a variety of traditional carols with the two show stoppers at the end. As we drive between houses, Jace works with the kids on their singing He shows them where they don’t need to know all the words and where they need to come in as a chorus. I help too. Mostly I watch,  amazed by Jace getting all the kids to try their best, as if they had known him forever. Most parents are happy to see me and I don’t need to explain myself. I just say I wanted to do something with my bike friends since I wasn’t swimming this year. I introduce Jace as the guitarist in our band, saying he had the real talent. Our last stop is at Coach Earl’s, who’s so surprised to see us. He really beams after the songs. As usual he has sodas for everyone. He gives me a big smile. I feel he’s proud of me. It’s late by the time we’d been to all six houses and returned to drop each kid at home. At Mike’s home, I can tell that Stu is sad that he wasn’t spending the night there. Christmas is family. They make plans for getting together in the afternoon. Mrs. Watt asks where to drop off Jace. He says he’s staying at my house. I watch Mrs. Watt’s expression. She just smiles and drives us home.
“You know, Jace, Tim used to call me Mom, so if you feel like it, you can do so, too.”
For once, it’s Jace who tears up. I punch him and say, “Then he has the best Mom in the world.” Everyone smiles, but Jace has to grab my hand and squeezes really hard.
She turns to me, “Stu has been so excited to spend this evening with you, Tim. I know you talk on the phone some, but he really needs his second brother.”
I have an idea. “Our band is playing a party New Year’s Eve at Viscaya for kids his age. We’re doing all the oldies we used to sing and dance to at swim parties. If it is okay, I can have Mike and Stu on the guest list. They may not know these kids, but I’m sure he’d have many new friends afterward.”
“That sounds wonderful, Tim. I’ll call you tomorrow. We can make arrangements for them to attend.”
Stu grabs me around the neck, bouncing my chin off the back of his seat. Tim 491 For once he has nothing to say.
Jace is anxious to get into the house, so we say together, “Thanks, Mom,” and run inside. He grabs me and starts to sob.Tim 287
“I’m sorry, Jace. She doesn’t know about your mom.”
“That makes it even harder because she is so nice. I never knew my mom. Never.” And he hangs onto me while trying to stop sobbing. “And tomorrow, Susan is going to be so nice to me, too. What if I break down again?” Tim 08
I get him upstairs and we sit in the window  until the tears stop.

“You make me so happy,” he says.
I laugh, “Good reason to cry.” I know how he feels since I ‘m always sobbing. Some kind of irony there.
“You have given me a life that I never had. My family doesn’t love. All they do is resent each other. We have to rescue John from their hate.”
Jace has so much to give and doesn’t know it. All it took is someone to love him. The love pours out, into his music, into me, and now to his little brother; oh, and to Max.
I pull Jace into my arms. We lay there wrapped up against the window sill.Tim 445 We could hear the music coming from Robby’s room. That party doesn’t stop for Christmas. His breathing slows and I sleep walk him to the bed, pulling off his clothes. I kiss his closed eyes, strip off and get in. I hug him all night long. Tim 128 O Silent night.

Christmas morning; Jace is still subdued. He knows my parents are doing presents before breakfast. He doesn’t want to interfere. We take a long shower together but nothing sexual happens. I give him the space to sort out his feelings..
When I come down with my measly presents. Dad and Susan look pleased I had thought of them. The tie is a hit being Air Force colors. Susan thinks her mirror is really special. I tell her she could see how beautiful she is every day. Dad still doesn’t believe I’m being sincere. They have a sweater and a book about preparing for college for me. I tell them I gave rings to all my band mates and talk about out upcoming shows. Dad asks how I could afford all the nice gifts.
“We get paid for our shows. We’ve been getting $200 to split every time we play.”
“Sounds like you’re learning the value of money.”
“Just as you wanted, Dad.”
“But your music isn’t like a regular job. What will you do when the holidays are over?”
“Oh, I have a regular job, retail sales at a shop in the Grove.”
“Tim,” he looks surprised, “I’m really pleased you’re being so responsible. And, I thought you were ignoring my advice.”
“No, Dad, once I couldn’t pay for swim team, I needed to do something. You’re right.”
That makes him look very satisfied, for once. I guess it’s worth swallowing my pride. I do hate that he feels he’s won. I glance at Susan. She winks at me, having kept our secret.
I start to fix breakfast for myself and ask when we were going out to dinner.
“The reservation is for 2 pm. Will your friend be here to go with us?”
“I’ll make sure Jace is here. He really is happy to be with us. His brother is home from college. I already had to stand up to him for Jace. It’s hard for Jace to stop the bullying.”
“He can’t stand up for himself?” Dad asks.
“It’s hard after so many years of being picked on. The bully knows I am teaming up with Jace. He’s afraid of me.”
“My Tim, you really are growing up,” my Dad seems impressed.
“Just a one-two to the stomach and chin, and he was looking up at me from the floor,” I brag. Then realized I had gotten carried away.
“We’re not condoning you fighting, son,” Dad says.
“Only way to stop a bully is to teach him he can’t get away with it anymore.”
“Okay, well I’m glad you stand up for your friend.”
“He’s really the star of our band. We’ll get a real show and you’ll see.”
“We can see that you’re not our little Timmy now.”
“Thanks, I told you Miami is good for me.”
I get a breakfast big enough for the two of us. After we eat and I clean up the dishes, we go over to the garage to be with Max. We’re playing toss and fetch near the garage, when John comes out to be with us.
He laughs about how subdued his older brother is, after being put in his place.
“If he pulls anything on you, John, just tell me.”
“Oh, I already have told him that. He knows I’m on Jace’s side, with you.”
“That’s how to stand up to a bully. Once he knows he’s lost the power over you, he’ll be afraid of you.”
“Max bit him yesterday.”
We laugh, thinking Max must’ve been jones-ing without pot to be so aggressive.
“He really only growled and lunged at Jeff. When Jeff ran away, Max bit him on the butt. He didn’t break the skin, but it ripped Jeff’s jeans.”
Max is listening to us. When he heard Jeff’s name, he growls. We’re in hysterics. Promptly Max leads us over to Robby’s for wake and bake. Most of the crew is there. After hearing about Max’s heroics, he’s given a shotgun by Robby. He rolls over on his back so we can rub his stomach. John then tells everyone how I punched out Jeff and he’s now afraid of everyone.
“Way to go, fag,” Iggy shouts.
“That’s Mr. Faggot to you,” I say.Justin Iggy cowers in mock horror.
Everyone has stories about what an asshole Jeff has always been. Jace comes over and puts his arm around my shoulders, “My hero,” he beams.
I started thinking about Max. I have a premonition that Jeff might try to get his revenge on the dog. Everyone’s no longer afraid of him. I tell Jace we should keep Max in my room until Jeff goesback to College after New Years. He’s so happy to have Max with us all the time. Max seems to know and comes over. He rolls on his back, while we scratch his belly.
“Look at the three fags,” Dave kids us. I grab him, throw him down, pull up his shirt and give him a pink belly. He squirms until I let go.
I look at Jazz, “You want some of that?” I threaten him.
“Look who the new bully is,” Robby observed.
I gave Jazz a nuggie on his curly fro, and he starts laughing. 05
“Just like Brillo,” I say about his hair.
Everyone is laughing, even my two victims.

We take Max over to my room before we get too high. We don’t want to space out at dinner. I resolve to ask afterward if Jace could stay over until his brother leaves for college. We play some oldies on guitar and sing along to get ready for the New Year’s show. I call Michael to ask if we could have Stu and Tim on the guest list for the party. He calls back to say it’s invitation only. If they come as part of the band, they can dance to our oldies, helping to get all the kids up and dancing. It sounds perfect. Since most guests were their age, there will be other parents there. The Watts are welcome to attend.
I ask how many people are invited and find out that at least 200 kids were attending. Michael sounds confident that with a large crowd, he’ll get some face time with Jenna. He’s being slightly pervy about it. I know he wouldn’t go too far out of respect to her.
I call Mrs. Watt, “Hi, Mom. It’s me, Tim. Can Stu and Mike still come to our New Years Eve show?”
“I spoke with Mr. Watt. He just wants to make sure it will be well chaperoned.”
“Oh, I talked to the host parents. Since most of the kids are not in high school yet, there will be lots of parents there. They said you both are welcome to attend. I guess there’s several hundred people coming to Viscaya.”
“That’s perfect. The boys need to know they can’t run completely free.”
“Well, tell them they are part of the band. They have to start everyone dancing when we begin to play.”
“Stu will love it. Mike just flows with the crowd. they will practice all week on his dance moves.”
I laugh, “You know Mike told me last summer that he wanted to have a best friend. He picked out Stu because he was so much like Scott. Mike said he’s like me, with no brothers or sisters. He had it all planned so he and Stu would be best friends.”
“Did Scott know?”
“Yeah, that was before we stopped talking.”
“Well, Mike is wonderful, much like you were with Scott.”
“Really, I was friends with Stu before Scott and I became tight.”
“That’s right. You got Scott to break out of his shell and be a better brother.”
“I know. You are a wonderful family. Jace was so touched when you said he could call you Mom. I had to drag him away before he got all blubbery.”
“I wondered why you two left so quickly.”
“Yeah. He doesn’t even know his real mom. His step-mom lets his step-brother bully him.”
“Someone should talk to her.”
“I stopped the brother’sbullying. He’s afraid of me now.”
“Good for you. Jace is living with you, like Scott did?”
“Yes. Our band is all our friends in the neighborhood. I think you’ll like us at our show. We play for the fun of it. We even have three girls who sing backup vocals. We call them the Jacettes.”
“You never fail to amaze me, Tim. Thanks for making Stu’s Christmas so special. Having Mike as his best friend has been great. He missed you a lot when you and Scott broke up.”
I catch my breath when she says broke up.
“Moms know these things, Tim. I also know you were so good for Scott. The fact that he chose a girlfriend over you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”
The tears start up. Where’s Jace?
“Someday Scott will know it too. He still has a lot of growing up to do. I think Jace is good for you. I’m proud that you are doing well. I don’t want to know everything, but I saw last night that you both love each other.”
“Everyone knows. We don’t hide it. Jace really loves me back. Because I’m the first person ever to love him, he’s become a new person. The band is just one expression of it. He really is a musical genius. You know how much I like singing and performing. We are a match.”
I’m so happy to have an adult who I can tell about Jace and me. I forget I was about to cry. I want to go on and on, but I think, this is what a real mom does.
“Mom, I’ll never forget my summer with you and your family. I want to make you proud of me.”
“Proud Mary, right.”
“Yes, I knew you’d know what I wanted you to feel.”
“Merry Christmas, Tim.”
“Merry Christmas, Mom, and Happy 1975.”
“And Merry Christmas to Jace.”                      Eddie Furlong03 j togo 00

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