A story about Layne
The first time I met Layne, we went to a gay pride parade. We smoked at an after party in the park with a coworker of mine, where we were pretty much the only white people. We had sushi for dinner (I ordered for him) and afterwards watched Talk Sex With Sue Johansen at my place. Despite subjecting him to about every possibly awkward situation I could throw at an introvert in a six-hour period, he still hangs out with me. Sometimes I wonder why…
