One of the chairs alone in Julia’s kitchen would have filled our kitchen back in Braintree. They were large and made out of real wood. I thought everything looked real, none of it was fake. It was like seeing the actual furniture that ours at home was copied from. I didn’t know that tables could have wooden legs – I thought they all had metal legs. And I was frightened that I was going to mark a piece of the furniture, but it all seemed so natural to Julia.
See, this is my point: bunking off school isn’t always a negative thing. I learned a lot that day. For one, I learned even though I may have been camper than the average kid on the block, I quite liked my banana as it was. And, two, just because something has a foreign name like moussaka, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it a go, because I did – and I loved it.
And I also learned a new word that day: couscous. Because I could, and because I can, because I did! It was also, on that day, I planned – along with John – another first. I say planned, but it was John, because he had already done it. Oh, what? I hear you ask, ‘Oh what, oh what, oh what?’
Going to my first gay club. We were going to Heaven.
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