Nineteen eighty-three. Thirteen years old. I was at an all-boys high school, one year into my reputation as one of the class ‘faggots’. More here.
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If me hear any mo ting bout de King ah Pop me guh pop some body pan dem 'ead. Lawd ole day is de same ting leh de dead res' naw man...lawd.
Posted by: Peter Sam | July 09, 2009 at 10:01 PM