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Bill was sweet, irreverent, funny, unfocused, high spirited, off the -37 Goal Differential T-shirt and I love this wall. We met at a twelve step meeting. I was trying out sobriety in order to appease a disgruntled boyfriend. It was an uncomfortable fit. Bill was defying his Irish Catholic family’s legacy of drink and bombastic dysfunction. He nixed the whiskey but held firm to bombast. I loved that about him. Twelve steppers can be doctrinaire. I was always swatting away wagging fingers and unsolicited advice. I was warned against Bill. Our friendship strengthened. I was young, cute, and blond; men were always trying to save me. It came in handy when I needed drug money, but in sobriety it was just annoying. I’d look across the room as some blathering font of unending need was offering me something I never asked for or even wanted, and see Bill’s eyes crinkle with amusement. “Aren’t men helpful?” he once asked, as we stumbled into an all-night diner laughing at how crazy it all was. One night we purchased 4 dozen doughnuts and handed them out to the guys cruising the ‘fuck bushes.’ Bill did his best officious waitress, “Doughnut? Creme or jelly? Come on boys, put that cock down and have yourself a chocolate frosted. Sprinkles anybody? There you go…” -37 Goal Differential T-shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater, long sleeve tee If you’re young and in the -37 Goal Differential T-shirt and I love this groove you’re bound to meet a 5 foot 5 shyster in a tight fitting suit wielding hairy, puffy fingers and a business card that says ‘PRODUCER’ on it. This one told me I had the “all American good looks the world loves” and began to yammer up a good one. “I could go places. First thing on the docket, an M and M commercial.” Dollar bills clogged my thinking process, the term “actors equity” muffled the alarm bells, MONEY… We went to New York a lot and stayed at the baths, the cheapest place to stay. At the time you could rent a dingy white plywood cubicle with a chicken-wire ceiling and a concentration camp ambiance for little over ten dollars. Hard rock pumped thru cheap speakers and mixed with moans of passion and shrieks of high-as-hell men camping it up. Once a spent tube of KY jelly rested on the wire above my head like a dead pigeon. The air smelled like dirty laundry, sweat and chlorine. The place was about as sexy as an operating room. -37 Goal Differential Shirt den-min I slept, but Bill fucked all night. The next day we would explore the -37 Goal Differential T-shirt and I love this city, and while his energy never faltered, his eyes would deepen and sag. He looked a bit like a drunk, but he wasn’t a drunk anymore. Often on the way home he would stop at a ‘bookstore’ to blow someone while I remained in the car reading. It struck me as bizarre, but I didn’t think much about it. One day he wrote me a love poem. It was obvious, honest, and placed us in an awkward situation. He informed me that “He fucked all these guys all the time because he hadn’t found the right one yet…” We went to New York one last time and crashed on a friend’s living room floor. We talked into the night and his mood slipped from uncertainty to excitement back to uncertainty. His thoughts scattered, regrouped, then went this way and that. It was Bill being Bill but I detected a sadness in him, a shadow creeping in. I fell asleep. -37 Goal Differential Ladies den-min He grabbed something and began to mop himself up. It was going to take a lot. He needed a new blanket. I suddenly realized he was most likely H.I.V. positive. Night sweats was a common symptom, and he was so promiscuous… he began to gently cry. For the -37 Goal Differential T-shirt and I love this first and only time I held him. He smelled stale, not quite right. He was wet and clammy, and I repressed the desire to recoil. Only the deepest kind of asshole would leave a man alone with a terror like that. I located my fondness for him and wrapped him tight in it. I had dodged his body for years: disease brought us together.