By: Jarrod Horton
Staff Writer
I had a woman approach me after the club once; she seem apprehensive but reassured somehow. I remember having a conversation with some guy and I’m not sure what we were talking about. What I do remember is barking at the sister for interrupting my convo and making her feel like shit. That was over ten years ago and I still remember that incident. I felt like shit after that happened and I still feel shitty writing about it now. For some reason, if this woman is now a lesbian, I feel partly responsible.
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