College was out, summer was in session and I still didn’t have a job between my freshman and sophomore year at U of A. I had no clue how I would spend my summer or how I was going to pay for next year’s tuition. Spring in Arizona… Is REALLY hot. I mean, it may as well be summer you know. With temps in the eighties and scarce rain, it’s miserable if you have long fur. The desert is rugged, so it is probably best to get some work inside with AC. But, lucky me… There weren’t any more summer jobs! What was I going to do? I mean, my grants paid six months of my apartment rent, so I had a place to stay… But what would I do? Stay couped up inside all the time while my friends were out *actually* being productive?
Instead of moping around the place, I took a cab down to the Square (which is a gay bar) for a beer and to just chill and kill some time. Although I do find women attractive, I find men to be more. I don’t understand why I can’t seem to make up my mind which way I want to swing, but I figure… What the hell. I’m only twenty-three, I’m still young, and there’s still plenty of time to figure it all out.