Queer

The ***** My best friend was gay when we first met he said: I`m gay better tell you before the lunatics around here tell you.” We became the best of friends in a way quite unlikely he spoke English and made the language sounds like verses of Shakespeare. My English was rather more basic, English picked up in late night bars and by whores I met on my hellish dive into the futility of debauched love. We could speak to early morning about literature and acting- my friend was a jobbing actor and as a young man had dreamed of becoming one. Then cancer came and killed him I wrote a necrology about him and sent it to the local paper that didn`t publish it because the word “love” was inappropriately used. Tom was my best friend and there will be no one like him again