My Story of a Young Man's Life

My quiet brother had always been my protector and harboured me when my mother was at her worst. When i told him i was gay, he was crushed. Living on a glass weging housing scheme, and being gay was a death sentence. I went to high school in the daytime, lost myself in hardy de morier dun in the evenings. On week ends i worked the cavernous isles of a home in movement super store,. Cleaning up spilled paint, carrying patio furniture out to the long cars of middle class families. Every friday, i delivered a rent envelope filled with crumpled notes and loose coins on his knees before missus b's letter box.