"Them kids over there," Roger said condescendingly, "see them sucking on those faggots?!"
I'd been called a 'faggot' by dozens of boys and girls throughout junior high.
Did I know what a faggot was?!
By hell I did. He was talking about me...
As I glanced out the truck window I saw only a few boys, huddled around each other, smoking cigarettes.
"Sucking on those faggots," brought a completely different image to my mind. Dirty boys sucking each other on the corner. Now there would've been something shocking in this small town.
But, no, boys smoking, and my fathers' snap judgment.
That was nothing new to me, at all.
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