Panic At A Gay Disco
Friday, at around 6pm, I get asked to do extra’s at the restaurant I used to work. Sat is normally my day off, but I say yes.
I get ready, and I go. It was a very calm evening and even if I dealt to drop two beers at a man, everything worked out just fine. My dear colleague Joey asked me to get a drink after my shift. I say yes.
We go to the bar and speak our hearts out. It was a difficult week and my emotions were all over the place, which affected him and our communication, But we are friends, and we could figure it out. I’m really trying to hide ‘pencil eyes’. I’m…