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The Scenic Hotel

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I’ve had a lifelong fascination with construction sites. They look like so much fun – forbidden playgrounds – boys-only playgrounds. And they get to play with really big machines… I’m still jealous, though if I ask nice, I sometimes get to play a bit.

Did I ever tell you about the time I decided to become a boy when I was in a foster home when I was four?  I wanted to be a boy with red hair and freckles who could run really fast and climb to the top of the monkey bars and swing fearlessly from the very top.  And when I was a boy I wouldn’t be scared.  And my name was going to be Mikey and I was going to wear blue pants and sneakers and shirt with blue and gold stripes.

When I was eight I wanted to play with the boys so I could say fuck and shit like they did. They didn’t mind. Jay Black let me play with his Johnny Eagle Red River rifle. That was so neat.

He was my first kiss. I think we only had the one. He died in Vietnam.


Written by Titirangi Storyteller

04/01/2011 at 1:29 am

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  1. Jay Black died in Vietnam? Interesting. I must have forgotten that. Or did Mom find out after she reconnected with his mother, Lillian?


    Monica McLaughlin

    04/01/2011 at 4:28 am

  2. I don’t remember any more how I found out, but it must have been mom… he was two years older than me.


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