Jace’s Place Chapter 4 Part 2

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

A cluster of our roadies and some girl groupies gathered up front, while a lot of people were milling about in the back.
I put the mic down and yelled out, “You want more Beatles, or how about some metal?”
A few ‘hell, yeah’s, came from the back when I mentioned metal.
I took the mic and leaned back to back with Jace, who ripped into ‘Paranoid.’

 

 

Those in the back ran up and tried to push through the crowd. Iggy, Dave, Jazz and the others formed a barrier so the groupies weren’t pushed away. When we finished, I yelled out, ”Settle down and let the girls be in the front. You’ll get the metal you need.” I moved away from Jace, pacing back and forth, Robby hit the drum intro to Aerosmith’s ‘Walk This Way.’

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

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

Then we let him do ‘Raw Power.”

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

 

 

It calmed them down. Jace ripped into ‘House of the Rising Sun’ by the Animals.

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

 

and ‘Lola,’

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

‘ 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 sung, ‘”Little boy, gonna make you a man.”

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

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

 

 

Felix came up and handed me a beer. I hugged him and half jumped up and down from unspent energy and excitement.
“Felix, you came. I love you, dude.”
He looked like he half believed me, and then laughed. “You really are an attention junkie.”
“Yeah. Shoot me up right here.”
He looked 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 came up and accused 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 the gay boys from the party at Pete’s came up shyly, looking nervous.
I accosted him, “Hey, dude. Com’n over here. I want to introduce you to my friend, Felix.”
He gave me a big smile that I had remembered him, and then extended his slender wrist to Felix.
“My name’s Phillip, hi.”
“Where’s your friend?” I asked.
“Oh, he has a boyfriend now,” he sadly explained.
“I thought you guys were together.”
“Well, we came out together, but we’re really just friends.”
“I promised Felix I’d find him to a nice boyfriend and it looks like you’re available. So, how about it?”
He turned bright red, barely able to look at Felix. He finally said to me, “You are so casual and upfront about it all. I wish I had your confidence.”
“You see Jace,” who was surrounded by guitar groupies, “he was so shy and lacked confidence just three months age. 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 asked, “How old are you?”
“Oh, I don’t kiss and tell.”
We all laughed.
“No, I’m nineteen and in college at the University.”
“Let’s get a beer,” Felix pulled him away. Phillip looked pleased.
“Another one bites the dust.” I sang.

I walked over to Jace who looked relieved to get away from his fans.
“Are we going to do the jam session?” I asked.
“I hope there are some people who can play or sing.”
“Let’s find out.”
I walked over to the others and explained we were going to try to start a jam session and they may have to let some of these goons try to play with us. Michael didn’t look happy about it. Most of the equipment was his dad’s.
“Where’s your dad?” I asked him.
“I expected 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 grabbed 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 grabbed 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 was afraid Phillip was going be swallowed up by the floor. I didn’t mean to embarrass him. Tears were welling up, but Felix was right there. He hugged him and they kissed. Everyone was whistling and girls were screaming. I nodded to Jace and mouthed ‘Dudes.” He began 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 finished the song riffing leads. I jumped to the front and pushed the crowd back. It was insane, guys were angry, girls were swooning, Playing the chords and singing over and over,
“All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news “

I screamed, “I wanna see you, come on and be news, we need you , don’t be fools.”
I pushed until I collapsed, but these husky guys picked me up and I was pushed 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 switched to the intro to ‘Rock n Roll all Nite.”

I jumped up and sang, “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 looked up and saw Michael’s dad with a huge smile on his face as he observed my antics. I waved him to come up front and I asked 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 nodded and smiled. I got Hippie Greg to give him the bass. He ran a few notes and nodded 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 nodded to Michael who did a drum solo and I let his dad do the first line solo, which he hit, and then I began 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 calmed everyone down, so I could talk over the bedlam, ‘This is the part of the party when we ask you what songs you want us to play and 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 jumped up. I stood with him at the mic. Michael and Robby started the tribal drum beat. Hippie Greg took the bass from Mr. Antonio. I mouthed ‘ow.’The kid responded with a wicked, “OOOOW….. Please allow me to introduce myself…..”

At the finish he jumped down waving the devil fingers at his friends.
“Next,” I shouted.
“Satisfaction.”
”Com’n up.”
This guy indicated he would play the guitar, so I gave him mine. He hit a chord which was vaguely similar to the song, and I jumped in, “I can’t get no….”

He was terrible, but Jace was able to fit the sound together after I turned my guitar way down. The kid really thought what he heard was his playing, not Jace’s”

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

 

“Com’n up and join the Jacettes.” The girls made room for her and suddenly her two other friends jumped up as well. I gave Flo my mic so we had six singers on two mics. It went like this for over an hour, with everyone crowding our stage. Finally I said, “Okay, the last song is meant for dancing, and I started the Jackson Five’s ‘ABC.” I sang the opening verses and everybody was swaying and before the chorus, I yelled, “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 was singing and doing the Jackson’s Motown shuffle. We went through it three or four times, with me singing the verses and everyone doing the chorus.

I finally gave 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 and we’ll rip you off for all the soul you have, white boys.”
They laughed, but when they realized we were done. A collective, “No” went up. They shouted for more.
I looked at Jace and mouthed False Gods. He agreed.
I went up to 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 and 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 went on a riff that was part heaven, part hell. He left everyone at a peak of high notes, and then crashed to an ending. Boom.

This was unexpected after all those covers. People started yelling, “False Gods, False Gods.” We walked off and collapsed beside the stage. Everyone crowded round. I couldn’t tell if they liked our own song, but the party was over. I just wanted to be in bed with Jace. He was stretched out with his head in my lap. Tim 118 Robby came up with a joint. It was like a kick in the balls. I stopped spinning and looked out at fifteen or so fans and passed the joint along. They all started yelling ‘False Gods. False Gods.” It felt so good to be thoroughly drained and have nothing left to give. The fans were giving back by just by being there. Finally Dave came over and said everything was packed up and in the van. I hugged him but had nothing to say. He said they’d leave it all at Michael’s house and we should catch a ride with his dad. The frat social director came over and handed me $800 without batting an eye. He knew not to stiff us.

Felix and Phillip came over and knelt beside us.
“You answered my prayers, false god,” Felix joked, indicating that Phillip had found someone too. I smiled, thinking it was what I did best, getting other people together. I flashed that happens because I’m so tight with Jace, that others want to be in on it, whatever it was. Jace noticed the stirring in my jeans and rolled his head around to look at me with his devilish grin.
“Should we skip Sorrento’s?” he asked.
“No way, without nourishment I’ll be useless tonight.”
“Your dick says otherwise.”
“You want to skip out?” I asked.
“Naw, but I expect you to be in full bloom tonight. I already have plans.”
My dick skipped a double beat, as he nestled his head into my lap. Now I was too embarrassed to get up. Flo, never one to miss anything, pulled me up and positioned herself in front of my bulge as we walked out to Mr. Antonio’s Caddy. Ain’t life grand?

At Sorrento’s we needed two booths to accommodate everyone. Michael’s dad indicated I should sit next to him. I figured he wanted to talk about his own performance on ‘My Way.’
“Did you enjoy performing with us, Mr. Antonio?”
‘That was unexpected. You know 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. I had the idea that anybody could jump up and play with us.”
“Michael asked if it was alright to let others use my equipment, but I didn’t expect I was to be the first one.”
“We knew 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 and 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, so if the band puts on the performance like you did tonight, I think romance may be in their stars. He’ll be able to tell if there’s real electricity between them. ”
“Are you a romantic, too?”
“I guess he gets it from someone,” he agreed.
“Then it will be even greater than ‘Romeo and Juliette.’”
“Tim,” he looked at me and gave me a big hug. Jace knew I would tear up, so he pulled me away before I lost it.
“Hey, the girls want some face time too,’ he ordered.
I smiled at Michael’s dad and shrugged as Jace led me away. All three Jacettes were in the other booth with Robby and Iggy. They were all chattering about their own performances. Flo grabbed me and Edi had Jace and Robby had Mary and Iggy was in his own world.
“Pull out the doobie, “Iggy said. “I get first hit ‘cause I was the star tonight.”
“Man, we give you two songs and it goes to your head,” Robby said as he pulled a joint from behind his ear. “You better let this whack your head before it blows up.” 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 laughed while Iggy took two hits before passing the joint. I noticed that Flo and Edi refrained from smoking. Our fun girls weren’t party girls who can’t say no.
“You girls don’t imbibe the weed?” I asked.
Flo looked abashed and replied, “Sometimes when we want to get crazy but usually not.”
Jace and I gave each other knowing looks. What were these girls scheming?

While Hippie Greg drove all the Jacettes home, Jace and I made out with them in the back seat. Robby and Mary made snide remarks to each other about how we were working ourselves up for later. I told Robby he was jealous because he didn’t have a boyfriend and that Mary would get sick of him being so straight. Robby thought the idea of him being straight was highly laughable. Mary whispered in his ear, and then he leaned over and gave Hippie Greg a kiss on the cheek. We all almost died when he drove up on the curb. We asked Hippie Greg if he always got so excited when he was kissed.
“No one’s ever kissed me before,” he responded.
All the girls wanted to know what it felt like, but he was too shy to say.
“Maybe if I kiss you, you might like it,” said Mary and she did. The car ran over the curb and back onto the road again. Everyone was bouncing around. Flo grabbed my dick through my trousers.
“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” she asked and everyone stared at me.
Jace answered, “He’s a free range chicken.”
Edi undid Jace’s top button. “This little chicken has grown up.” Tim 119
Everyone went “Eww.” Jace pushed Edi back and jumped on top, so I pushed Flo the other direction. We were both humping in syncopation on the back seat, When Robby and Mary turned around to watch, Hippie Greg also looked back and up we went on the curb again. As the car bounced, Jace knocked me off Flo, who pulled Edi over to her side of the car while Jace and I ended up on the floor. He kissed me and the girls all went “Eww” again. Tim 80
“No more orgy,” Robby ordered. We sat up on our half of the backseat while Flo and Edi clutched each other and collapsed into giggles. I started tickling Jace and soon all four of us were tickling and gasping in the back.

We got to Mary’s and all the girls got out, so everyone but Hippie Greg was on her lawn making out, giggling, and making orgy noises. Mary hushed us when her father came out the front door. He was a party-pooper. We three boys jumped back in the car and took off. We could see Mary being yelled at by her pops. I wondered if she told him that he had saved their front yard from being desecrated.
Robby jumped into the back with us, turned to me, and frenched me without warning, grabbing my still hard dick. Tim 241
“Hey, hands off,” Jace warned him, only to have Robby French him next, while still holding on to my dick. I grabbed Jace’s hard-on and started whacking it off. Jace threw up his hands and grabbed Robby’s dick. It was a very tight circle jerk. Tim 164 Hippie Greg looked in the rear view mirror. Once he realized what was going on, he didn’t look back again. I could tell that Jace was getting close, so I pulled him away from Robby and went down on his quivering dick. He couldn’t get to my dick, so he went down on Robby, who smiled like he had won the Indianapolis 500. I slowed down my bobbing on Jace as he was right on the edge but not quite over, moaning like he was being tortured. Robby shifted so he got a good hold of my dick and began pounding it, faster and faster. Jace’s mouth bobbed ever faster on his dick. Robby just kept whaling away on my dick.  I said I was about to cum, increasing the pace on Jace, who quickly went over the edge. Jace was coming in my mouth; I was cumming in Robby’s hand; and Jace pulled Robby’s dick out of his mouth as it began to spurt. It took over a minute for all the cum to stop flying. When we all sat up. Hippie Greg saw our cum splattered faces. He hit the curb for the fourth time. We all yelled at him. Taking the cum off our faces, we started rubbing it into Hippie Greg’s hair. He freaked, jumping out of the moving car. I climbed into the front just as we went back over the curb into the road, bouncing us all around until I got control of the car and stopped it. We couldn’t stop laughing. Even Hippie Greg couldn’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 pulled us out of his car and told us we had to walk home, and drove off with us holding our pants up in the middle of the street.
“You’re all homos,” he yelled as he pulled away.
“Sorry you missed out,” Robby yelled, “but you can keep our cum.”
We sat on the curb until we stopped laughing, and then tried to figure out where we were. Tim 528Hippie Greg came around the corner. We all thought he was going to run us over, so we ran up on the lawn. This time he stayed on the road and told us to get in.
“How come you changed your mind?” Jace asked him.
“When I joined, I thought I had to turn gay, but I guess being a gay chauffeur isn’t that bad.”
We doubled up at his joke, which in retrospect was just his hippie reasoning. We all said, “We love you, Hippie Greg.” He hit the curb again, so we shut up, happy to have a ride home.
We got out at our house, with Robby wanting to come up and smoke a joint. Upstairs I looked at us, covered now in dried cum and bedraggled in our glitter show drag outfits. We were the opposite of ‘glam.’ Not yet glum but looking done. After smoking out, Jace and I got ready to take a shower. Robby looked like he wanted to join in, but we pushed him out the door. He argued that it wasn’t fair.  Mary was at her house. He had to sleep alone.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something to ease the pain,” I told him, “you seemed well versed at jacking cock in the car.”

His sad, pitiful face was no match to our wanting to be with just each other. We shut the door in his face. I went to the window and locked that as well.
“Now for the main event,” Jace smiled happily.
We stripped off each others clothes, got in the shower. After cleaning up, we fucked each other until the hot water finally ran out, a first. Tim 171 It turned cold when we were lying on the tiled shower floor, making us jump up and hop naked into bed. My body twitched 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 had warned me that falling asleep was my weakness. Sweet dreams are made of these.

Sunday morning, Jace woke me up and said we had to walk Max. I barely had the strength to make it to the garage and back. Max slept with me as Jace worked out some guitar chords. Sweet music calmed my tired soul. Jace got me up again. We walked Max home. I knew he wanted Max to stay with us but was afraid to ask. Maybe once my dad and Susan accepted Jace as a permanent resident. In the back of my mind, I thought it was better that we had to sneak around, as it added excitement. Then I thought 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 sang 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 did these short rips with a pause in between, so I had to stop in the middle of each line. Then for the chorus, he did these jungle beats that never stopped. Tim 259
He came over and grabbed me from behind, humping away to ‘shaka shaka shake.’ He humped me over to the bed, leaned me over, pulled down both our jeans. My butt cheeks clenched and loosened on his hard-on. When he had enough pre-cum flowing, he reached around to grab my dick and shoved his dick all the way up to his balls. Tim 90 All the while he kept up his ‘shaka shaka shake’ in synch with his thrusts, finally letting go with a ‘shaka shake love,’ holding the note out until I felt him explode deep inside my belly. I pushed him out as he continued to spurt spunk. I turned him around and grabbed both dicks, which set me off as well. He was done before me. As I continued shooting, he collapsed into my arms. With my final spurt I kissed him with both our tongues circling each other.
“Pretty good sex song,” he admitted.
“Pretty good sex.” I agreed.
“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 gave me a devilish smile and wiggled his butt to let me know it was my turn to fuck him. The hot water didn’t run out this time. Tim 06
After we got dressed, I noticed how incredibly stinky my room was. I opened the window and got the vacuum to air out and clean the place. Soon Robby was 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’d obviously gotten the message when my window was locked.
“Not satisfied with our backseat circle jerk?” I asked.
“Well, Mary didn’t stay over, and I was hoping…”
Jace cut him off, “Be happy we did it once. If you want more butt lust fever, get yourself your own boyfriend.”
That was a bit harsh.
Jace laughed, “Hey, it was cool last night, and we wrote a sex song. It has a jungle beat for the drums. You wanna hear it?”
We played it through, acting out the humping and faking the orgasms. Robby broke 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 heard 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 looked at me as if he should leave, but I shook my head, and then ran down to let her up. Good timing on the cleaning.
We came up the stairs together.
“Mom, this is Robby; he lives across from our back yard. And you know Jace.”
“Merry Christmas, boys.
They both answered, “Merry Christmas, Ma’am.”
“Oh, so polite, Please just call me Susan.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they  both replied.
“Tim, I wanted 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 went back down. At the door I asked 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 waited while Susan checked, thinking I was starting to really appreciate her. She yelled from the kitchen it was fine.
I ran upstairs and hugged Jace. Tim 69

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

“You’ll kill that dog by making him get high,” Jeff asserted himself.
“He’s addicted and will kill himself if we don’t spark him up,” Robby answered.
“Ha,” Jeff stated, “And who are you?” he asked me.
I just stared at him, having heard about all the shit he pulled on Jace.
“Well?” he asked.
“You said something,” I sneered at him.
“Yeah, asshole, what are you doing in my garage?”
“You don’t live here, asshole,” and I popped in the stomachTim 112 and again in the mouth. He was flat on his back and staring up at me before he knew what happened.
I held him down with a 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 jumped up and growled at him. John and Robby started to giggle at Jeff, as he beat a hasty retreat back into the house.
John looked at me, “Thanks, man. He’s deserved that for so long. Can I be your bro, too?”
“’Course. You always have been, man.”
I hoped he wasn’t going to hug me and he didn’t.
“There’s only one way to deal with bullies, right?”

“Right,” all three of them answered, and Max barked his assent.
We took Max out for his walk and played toss and fetch with him, Jace told John to tell his mom that he was having Christmas at my house.
“Why don’t we have our own Christmas after dinner in my room,” Robby volunteered.
“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 wasn’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 laughed. John said he’d get Dave and Jazz to come too. We decided to bring the practice amps and Robby would bring a pair of tom toms, and we’d do Christmas carols at the store, and sprinkle glitter to have a merry gay Christmas.

We ended up at Robby’s and soon all the other misfits were there, even a few tourists. Once it got dark, Robby led us through the trees, stopping several times to carol the neighborhood. Jace and I left, instead of going back to Robby’s.
Sitting in the window, we talked about whether Robby should find a boyfriend for himself. It was awkward having to exclude him, even though he was a manipulative drug dealer. He was probably our best friend, enough so we really liked having sex with him occasionally.
“Maybe he and Michael are friends enough that he only needs a girlfriend?” Jace suggested.
“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 and our rule is we must be together if we do it with anyone else.”
I looked 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 made our lovemaking passionate and unending. Neither one of us wanted to stop. At one stage I asked him if he had fucked me while I was asleep the previous night.
“In your dreams,” he laughed.
“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 slapped his dick several times, “Bad dick, bad dog.”’ He was so cute and so alive now that he felt that he was lovable. His guitar ability came from needing to express all his feelings and to share them with everyone. His body was mine. At the end I almost fell asleep while I was fucking him. He shook me, “Wake up.”
“Stop. I’m having the most wonderful dream.”
“More wonderful than fucking me?”
“Isn’t this a dream; pinch me.”
He pushed me out and mounted me for the umpteenth time. Tim 572 Anything after that was a dream. Endless love.

It was Monday morning. Hippie Greg drove us with the practice amps and Robby’s tom toms to Out & Proud. Felix was excited about caroling and let us set up on the sidewalk. John, Dave and Jazz showed 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 was so crowded that Felix and Phillip, now a sales clerk, needed us to help out when we took breaks. People remarked how much better live music was instead of the canned Christmas music in the Mall. Felix was beaming. I asked Phillip how things were 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 gave me a quick kiss and a special look. Jace was instantly at my side. Tim 575
“Bye, Phillip.” We both said.

Tuesday was just the same. We promised Felix we’d keep working the after-Christmas sales. He said he had a special bonus for us at the end of the week. We told 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 peeled off three bills, which we gave to John , Dave and Jazz. They ran into the store and tried to buy outlandish jeans. Felix wouldn’t take their money. Christmas came early in the Grove. I had called Mrs. Watt. She said she’d drive us for caroling. We gave the store’s address for her to pick us up.

Stu and Mrs. Watt had done the organizing required for an evening of caroling. All the kids who were caroling were already in her station wagon. Jace and I jumped in the middle bench seat, squeezing three younger kids over to make room. There were four in the way back and two in the front with Mrs. Watt. The nine kids were my regular bike crew plus Jace and me. Stu and Mike were in the front seat.
“Here are the caroling books, Tim,” Stu handed us the paper books with the standard carols in them.
“You remember Jace from the night we sang for your mom?” I asked.
“Sure. Hi Jace, you play a mean guitar. This is my best friend, Mike.”
“Hi, Stu and Mike,” Jace answered. “Who’s the rest of the crew?”
Stu introduced all the kids, calling them the Kendall bike crew.
I introduced Jace to Mrs. Watt. He surprised me by telling her how much I had told him about her. “Tim says you were his mom last summer, after his parents were divorced. I am very happy to meet you, ma’am.”
“I am likewise, Jace.”
“Has everyone decided what their favorite carols are?” he asked the kids.
About five kids piped up with various favorites.
Jace suggested, “How about My Three Kings of Orient are, smoking on a rubber cigar?”
They all started getting rowdy and shouting 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 complained.
“What does the book have?” he asked.
Pretty soon we were practicing ‘Silent Night,’ Hark the Herald Angels Sing,’ Oh Little Town of Bethlehem,’ and ‘Jingle Bells.”
“Do you know “Jingle Bell Rock?” he asked.
“How does it go?” Stu answered.
Jace and I did 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 said.
“Okay, Tim and I will do the lines. Everyone else just do the ‘jingle bells,’ on one, two, three..”

We all started again. The kids caught on immediately. On the third time they were singing along with us. By the fifth time everyone had most of the words. We told them to just keep going ‘jingle bell, jingle bell’ until they remembered the next line. At the end everyone cheered.
Mrs. Watt asked, “Do you know ‘Winter Wonderland?”
So I did 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 remembered 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 was singing. I still did the solo parts but everyone was backing me up.

Mrs. Watt pulled up to the first house. The kid who lived there jumped out to get his folks to come to the front door.
“Merry Christmas,” we yelled as that kid got back in the circle we had formed in front of the house.
Mrs. Watt whispered “Silent Night,”

 

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

and ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.’

Everyone was singing confidently with few mistakes. Mrs. Watt asked the parents if we could do a couple of pop Christmas songs. We did ‘Winter Wonderland’ and “Jingle Bell Rock’ to end our caroling.
The parents knew we were coming and invited us into the house for cocoa and cookies. Jace and I were happy that our carolers had done so well. The parents congratulated Mrs. Watt for starting a new team tradition. She called us over and said we were the instigators.
“It was really Stu and Mike who had the idea and got everyone to help.” I said.
They remembered me from all the bike rides on the weekends and asked, “How come we don’t see you anymore, Tim?”
I didn’t know what to say, so Mrs. Watt explained that I was in a band now and introduced Jace as the guitarist.
“No wonder the kids sounded so professional,” the mom said. Mrs. Watt winked at me. I realized I didn’t need to make excuses, just show that I was doing well.
At every house we mixed a variety of traditional carols with the two show stoppers at the end. As we drove between houses, Jace would work with the kids on their singing, showing them where they didn’t need to know all the words and where they needed to come in as a chorus. I helped too. Mostly I watched and was amazed by Jace getting all the kids to try their best, as if they had known him forever. Most parents were happy to see me and I didn’t need to explain myself, just saying I wanted to do something with my bike friends since I wasn’t swimming this year. I would introduce Jace as the guitarist in our band, saying he had the real talent. Our last stop was at Coach Earl’s, who was so surprised to see us. He really was beaming after the songs. As usual he had sodas for everyone. He gave me a big smile. I felt he was proud of me. It was late by the time we had been to all six houses and returned to drop each kid at home. At Mike’s home, I could tell that Stu was sad that he wasn’t spending the night there. Christmas was family. They made plans for getting together in the afternoon. Mrs. Watt asked where to drop off Jace. He said he was staying at my house. I watched Mrs. Watt’s expression. She just smiled and drove 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 was Jace who teared up, so I punched him and said, “Then he has the best Mom in the world.” Everyone smiled, but Jace had to grab my hand and squeezed really hard.
She turned 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 had 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 and we can make arrangements for them to attend.”
Stu grabbed me around the neck, bouncing my chin off the back of his seat. Tim 491 For once he had nothing to say.
Jace was anxious to get into the house, so we said together, “Thanks, Mom,” and ran inside. He grabbed me and started 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 hung on 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 got him upstairs and we sat in the window until the tears stopped. Tim 445 “You make me so happy,” he said.
I laughed, “Good reason to cry.” I knew how he felt when I was 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 had so much to give and didn’t know it. All it took was someone to love him. The love poured out, into his music, into me, and now to his little brother; oh, and to Max.
I pulled Jace into my arms and we lay there wrapped up against the window sill. We could hear the music coming from Robby’s room. The party didn’t stop for Christmas. His breathing slowed and I sleep walked him to the bed, pulling off his clothes. I kissed his closed eyes, stripped off and got in. I hugged him all night long. Tim 128 O Silent night.

Christmas morning and Jace was still subdued. He knew my parents would be doing presents before breakfast. He didn’t want to interfere. We took a long shower together but nothing sexual happened. I gave him the space to sort out his feelings..
When I came down with my measly presents, Dad and Susan looked pleased I had thought of them. The tie was a hit being Air Force colors. Susan thought her mirror was really special. I told her she could see how beautiful she was every day. Dad still didn’t believe I was being sincere. They had a sweater and a book about preparing for college for me. I told them I had given rings to all my band mates and talked about out upcoming shows. My dad asked 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 looked surprised, “I’m really pleased you’re being so responsible. And, I had thought you were ignoring my advice.”
“No, Dad, once I couldn’t pay for swim team, I needed to do something. You were right.”
That made him look very satisfied, for once. I guessed it was worth swallowing my pride. I did hate that he felt he had won. I glanced at Susan. She winked at me, having kept our secret.
I said I would fix breakfast for myself and asked 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 asked.
“It’s hard after so many years of being picked on, but the bully knows I am teaming up with Jace and he’s afraid of me.”
“My Tim, you really are growing up,” my Dad seemed impressed.
“Just a one-two to the stomach and the chin and he was looking up at me from the floor,” I bragged. Then realized I had gotten carried away.
“We’re not condoning you fighting, son,” my Dad said.
“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 went and got a breakfast big enough for the two of us. After we ate and I had cleaned up the dishes, we went over to the garage to be with Max. We were playing toss and fetch near the garage, when John came out to be with us.
He laughed about how subdued his older brother was, after being put in his place.
“If he pulls anything with you, John, just tell me.”
“Oh, I already have told him that and 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 laughed, 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 was listening to us and when he heard Jeff’s name, he growled. We were in hysterics. Promptly Max led us over to Robby’s for wake and bake. Most of the crew was there. After hearing about Max’s heroics, he was given a shotgun by Robby. He rolled over on his back so we could rub his stomach. John then told everyone how I had punched out Jeff and he was now afraid of everyone.
“Way to go, fag,” Iggy shouted.
“That’s Mr. Faggot to you,” I said. Iggy cowered in mock shock. Justin
Everyone had stories about what an asshole Jeff had always been. Jace came up and put his arm around my shoulders, “My hero,” he beamed.
I started thinking about Max and had a premonition that Jeff might try to get his revenge on the dog. Everyone was no longer afraid of him. I told Jace we should keep Max in my room until Jeff went back to College after New Years. He was happy to have Max with us all the time. Max seemed to know and came over. He rolled on his back, while we scratched his belly.
“Look at the three fags,” Dave kidded us. I grabbed him, threw him down, pulled up his shirt and gave him a pink belly. He squirmed until I let go.
I looked at Jazz, “You want some of that?” I threatened him.
“Look who the new bully is,” Robby observed.
I gave Jazz a nuggie on his curly fro, and he started laughing. 05
“Just like Brillo,” I said about his hair.
Everyone was laughing, even my two victims.

We took Max over to my room before we got too high. We didn’t want to space out at dinner. I resolved to ask afterward if Jace could stay over until his brother left for college. We played some oldies on guitar and sang along to get ready for the New Year’s show. I called Michael and asked if we could have Stu and Tim on the guest list for the party. He called back to say it was invitation only, but they could be part of the band. They could dance to our oldies, helping to get all the kids up and dancing. It sounded perfect. Since most guests were their age, there would be other parents there. The Watts were welcome to attend.
I asked how many people were invited and found out that at least 200 kids were attending. Michael sounded confident that with a large crowd, he’d get some alone time with Jenna. He was being slightly pervy about it, but I knew he wouldn’t go too far out of respect to her.
I called 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, and 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. Stu will practice all week on his dance moves.”
I laughed, “You know Mike told me last summer that he wanted to have a best friend. He’d picked out Stu because he was so much like Scott. Mike said he was 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 and his step-mom lets his step-brother bully him.”
“Someone should talk to her.”
“I stopped the bullying by his brother. 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, but he missed you a lot when you and Scott broke up.”
I caught my breath when she said 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 started up. Where was 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 am 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 was so happy to have an adult who I could tell about Jace and me. I forgot I was about to cry. I wanted to go on and on, but I thought, 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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