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Gramps owned the first gay bar in our town, and the first in our
state. He rode an old Harley, with a modified seat that had a 12"
***** sticking out of it. In 56 he got convicted of child molesting
for touching me, but was released after a week, because he was
sleeping (actually everything BUTT sleeping) with every guy in the
prison, willingly, and enjoying it.
A short time later he had a run-in at a leather/lace bar, and was
killed when his colon ruptured riding a gay form of the electric
broncos they have in bars now. He was creamed, and we buried him on
his 12" Harley, stuck where he liked it most.
Gramps was a real character, and I loved him deeply, real deeply.
www.curtjames.com
state. He rode an old Harley, with a modified seat that had a 12"
***** sticking out of it. In 56 he got convicted of child molesting
for touching me, but was released after a week, because he was
sleeping (actually everything BUTT sleeping) with every guy in the
prison, willingly, and enjoying it.
A short time later he had a run-in at a leather/lace bar, and was
killed when his colon ruptured riding a gay form of the electric
broncos they have in bars now. He was creamed, and we buried him on
his 12" Harley, stuck where he liked it most.
Gramps was a real character, and I loved him deeply, real deeply.
www.curtjames.com