Every Other Freckle

Chapter 1

This is the unofficial first chapter - mostly background information. Enjoy!
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I grew up my whole life, being taught the difference of what's right and wrong. The ancient rules of our society still linger in places where they are not welcome. Words in a book should not tell you how to live and love your life. Colors you see should not tell you how to treat others. Love has no limits. Life has no limits.

I grew up my whole life, being told to do what's right. What's "right". Let me tell you, 100 people have 101 different ideas of what is right. I left what was right, and I'm trying to write my own directions.

I grew up in the suburbs of New York. Whenever someone asks me where I'm from and I say New York, their mind automatically goes to New York City. They ask "What's the big city like? Isn't it so lively?" It's like everything around the small glory of this state doesn't exist. No, I did not live in the loud and brutal streets of the city.

I lived in a small town which was considered one of the most dangerous places to live. Poughkeepsie.
Yes, you've probably never heard much about this old place. Maybe if you've watched the "Poughkeepsie Tapes" it might ring a bell. It's a pleasant film about a man who killed countless women, and shoved them in containers, to be found stashed away in his walls. Poughkeepsie was a lovely place. Note the sarcasm. Why my parents lived there, I don't know.

My parents taught me that I should have a girlfriend, go to college, get a steady paying god awful job, get married, and have children. Of course they didn't say all this directly to my face, but they told me through subtle little conversations.

"Do you have a girlfriend yet?"

"When you grow up, you should be a plumber like your father."

"I can't wait to have cute little grandchildren."

When they found out that I was gay, it was quite funny actually. The looks on their faces was priceless- like they just found out that they had given birth to Satans offspring.

Well, they probably thought that.

Anyway, I grew up living in Poughkeepsie, and moved to North Carolina as soon as I could. I know, why North Carolina? Beats me too. I figured any place far away from New York was as good as possible.

Currently, I'm in college, the UNC Wilmington. I live in Wilmington too, which makes transportation quite easy.

My money situation right now isn't too hot. I'm struggling to pay for my small crappy apartment, and I have payment for college nagging in the back of my head. Luckily I have an academic scholarship, so it makes it...not as worrying. I work at a rundown diner by the beach, and pretty much live day to day.

It beats Poughkeepsie.

And to think, when I was little, I had a whole big plan about my future. I was going to be a surgeon and marry the hottest chick in town, and spend my days of retirement living in a mansion hanging out by my pool and letting the sun bake me until I was a leathery old man.

But that was when what is "right" was put into my head. I have no interest in girls, no need to be greedy, and am perfectly content with living a little calm life alone. Well, maybe not alone...