In the embrace's release I caught the scent again. Unmistakable. Marijuana. These homos were high as kites.

But I couldn't ever make that dream happen. It just came on its own, the way dreams do.

In the embrace's release I caught the scent again. Unmistakable. Marijuana. These homos were high as kites.

Maybe I still haven't become me. I don't know how you tell for sure when you finally have.

You can't catch somebody doing something when they're not hiding.

How could I pretend to be a victim when I was so willing to sin?

I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to.