Also I bought some tshirts off Ebay.
Saturday night, the night had finally come.
We sprinted through Times Square to B.B. King's nightclub.
There were only three of them since the deep-voiced talker guy had stopped touring due to scholiosis.
The show was short (only about an hour and a half long). But INCREDIBLE.
They opened and closed with Motownphilly.
Back in middle school I was the only kid who openly listened to Boyz II Men outside of dances in the school cafeteria.
The mean kids called me a "fag".
I am glad that we can all be fags together.
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