Chapter 19: On His Beach
June 11. Evening.
We went to a concert together at the Seaweed House. A local punk band called The Queer Elves sang songs about blow-jobs, fag-hustlers, and guy-rimming. Brayden brought a joint with him and we smoked it together, passing it back and forth. We drank numerous beers and became drunk, laughing and joking around.
After the two-hour concert, stoned and inebriated, we went to the Starlight Diner, which was open all night. Across from each other, seated in a faux leather booth, we devoured a fatty meal of chili-covered hot dogs and cheesy fries. For an hour or more we talked about Christopher Sunday and facts surfaced between us.
“Yes, Christopher was my boyfriend at one time. Moons ago,” I said. “The guy couldn’t handle his alcohol. He was a drunk and
