Rampage runnin wild

     It wasn't but a matter of weeks with my father being escorted out by the cops that my mother had the apartment full of young drug addicts, hippy type people from all over Bushwick Brooklyn. It was like smoke signals went up and her party began. It was an open door policy at our apartment. There were the half decent people that would bring something in hand, even if it was a quart of milk or some penny candies. But most were straight up junkies, potheads, you name it. The line was drawn at the glue sniffers. Mental burnouts  tripping on that shit or carbona. Aside from that they usually stunk from not bathing in weeks. It's not like we had much but they'd even steel our toys if they thought they could get .50 cents!

     Truth is that the girls were all nice to me. I guess they could tell that I was attracted to them. I really liked when they'd kiss and hug me. Shorty and Jasmine were amoungst my favorites. They always smelled of perfume and Jasmine would lift me and squeeze me tight against her tits. Ohh man. Even now it excites me. 

     One day after they had smoked some pot they decided to take naps and Shorty got into my bed. All I can remember is that I got my thingy hard and I started rubbing her breast and behind. I got real brave and started kissing her neck, cheeks and finally her lips. A kissed her neck and gave her a hickey. 

     I was all of 7-8 yrs old. When she awoke she flipped out. Jasmine was laughing and called me a horney little boy. She wasn't really angry with me, she was more upset with what her boyfriend would think.

     All I could figure was to go talk to her boyfriend one on one. I had $3. Saved so I went out and found him on Knickerbocker and Halsey. I pulled him aside from his friends. The guy was like twenty but I didn't want her to get hurt. I told him that I didn't know she had a boyfriend and I made a mistake. That my mom was already gonna kill me, but for him not to blame her . I gave him the three bucks to squash it. I said I'm sorry and had to get home to get my ass beat. And that was that. 

     What I remember was them all laughing saying that my mom don't have to worry about me being gay!