Yesterday was full of disappointment.
In the beginning I planned on spending the day getting ready for my performance last night, but I couldn’t find my material, and had to call it off because there’s no way I could do a thirty minute joke rant without the material being fresh in my mind. I always hate canceling so close to the point of going on stage, it looks bad on me and my act as well as the loss of funds.
I also heard that James has already moved on to another guy. Like I said before, it doesn’t hurt me too bad that we broke up, but his uniting with another man so quickly leads me to believe there was more than what he led on as far as reason to break up.
To top the day off I was standing outside Walmart when I started a conversation with an old biker. My dad’s a bit of a motorcycle enthusiast so I had plenty to talk about. It all went well until he got into talking about his favorite thing to do when he was younger. Him and his buddies would ride down to the downtown of Columbus back in the day and beat up anyone who came out of a gay bar for fun. He called it a “Fag Drag”.
I was speechless. I wanted to beat the shit out of him right then and there, not said a word just beaten into him until he was a scarred bloody pulp laying on the ground struggling to breath through busted lips and broken ribs. But he had several friends with him, and all it would’ve amounted to was another beaten up gay guy to become a notch on his belt.
I can’t believe people like him still exist. Fuck him!
I’m sorry, writing this has just pissed me off to no end. I’m out of here.