![]() ![]() We were each given a whiskey, and the bartender brought me another water and one for him too. I also had no business drinking, even one drink, the night before a game. I’d like a whiskey, but I can buy it, man.” I’d said the last part in this weird dude-bro way, like I was trying hard to sound straight, and was that even a thing? Sounding straight? What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t straight, but I didn’t have a specific sound. ![]() ![]() She set mine down in front of me, then gave Weston his. We talked bikes for a few minutes until the bartender came back with our plates. “What do you have?” Weston took a swallow. He leaned back in his seat, swirling the dark liquid around in his glass. Anyone can ride, of course.” Had I passed? As a straight man, was I supposed to say something specific to keep up the act? Talking with Weston wasn’t like talking with other guys I knew. ![]()
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