A Fairy's Tale

Oh, yeah, I was packed and ready to go when graduation came along in what ever year it happened to be. And for God's sake and for the love of classmates, do not remind me of the year or drag out school photos! Jesus.   I went back to Pittsburgh for a short time then I hauled my ass off to NYC for about three years. I had the time of my life.
Let me back up. I DO NOT want to offend any of my classmates, I love you all that have stuck by my side and are still here with me today, but I had to get the f--ck out of Jamestown High School District. I was a gay boy that entered that HELL in the fourth grade. And excuse me for saying this, but when you go from a graduating class that had as many kids as the whole town had people, I knew I was in for it!  Gay Grey, come on!  What the.......
anyway, I just wanted out of there. I eventually ended up in NYC. I loved it there. I was about 19. When I first got there, I had a Chevy Chevette. Haha, remember those, I lived out of it for two weeks until I found a job at Chevy's on 27th Avenue just below the Village. I found an apartment in the obituaries, yeah, the obits, in Jackson Heights. Two bedrooms and  a really cool 1950s style commode. Ya know, it had the really high bowl with the long pull cord to flush!  AWESOME! I loved it. It was pink and gray, the apartment, not the toilet. Perfect colors for a starving Queen.
Chevys was a restaurant that served food until 11pm and then served alcohol until ? I was a bartender until about 3pm and then took a two hour break, worked as a waiter until 11pm, took another break, then came on as a cocktail waiter until?. Made great money. About $700 a day just in tips. Remember that great apartment, it cost me $3000. a month. Utilities not included. 
Who cares, I had fun.
I also had a gorgeous boyfriend. Puerto Rican. Antonio Martinez. WOW! I will never forget him. I remember for my 21st birthday, he called me at work....."Marco".....that's what he called me. Marty means dead in latin. Go figure! " I take you out for you birthday".   He took me to the top of the Mellon Bank building in downtown NYC and romanced me under the moonlight. What a hunk! Then he took me home, and, well you know, got me prego! You know the spaghetti sauce. Haha!
Mellon bank was in Spider Man, the first one. Where Spidey saved MJ after Green Gobby threw that bomb at the balcony and she fell and he swept her up and they went passed St Pauls Cathedral on 5th Ave and ended up on the top of that building with the black marble roof and the park like atmosphere. That's where Antonio took me for my birthday!!
To go on, Antonio was a student at F.I.T in NYC and he graduated. He was a Mommy's boy too and went back to Puerto Rico. I studied cosmetology at a Paul Mitchel salon under an apprenticeship. We were both done with our training and moved on.
How I got to Colorado. I went to Jersey and bought a Ford Mercury Marquis. Hell yeah. A four hundred four barrel carb. I was in Colorado in about five minutes. Anyway, it was cheap and ugly. I loaded it with as much clothes and shoes as any Queen could and headed west. The car through the fan into the radiator on Centro Way in Ft. Collins, Colorado. Right across from where my car broke was a junk yard. I sold the car for $100 and lived in Ft. Collins for 11 years.I had my own salon for most of those years and I taught color corrections for Matrix. I was just about 22 to 24 years old when I  got to Colorado.
Then I moved to Pennsyltucky!