I was out in the garage vacuuming the van, but then it was time for breakfast so I went to go inside. I tried to quickly run up the garage steps, but my clumsy ass somehow tripped and I banged my knees and my left shin really hard on the edge of the steps. I just screamed "AAAHHHHHHHHHH" and just lied there on the steps crying.
My grandparents were in the house, and all they heard was a BA BUM BANG and then me scream. My grandpa shouted "Are you okay?" and I was just like "NOOOO" and my grandma said "What did you do, fall up the steps?" but I didn't respond and just lied there in the dirt like a colossal potato sack of failure.
Also I was just helping my grandpa with something and I had to get in his closet to put some stuff up and when I went to push a box back in the closet I banged my head on the door frame and said "Ow ShiT" and I started laughing.
Then a few minutes later, my grandpa went to throw a tennis ball for the dog and as soon as I lifted my head up the ball hit me in the head.
I am nothing but a clumsy gay.
Also I just now choked on my own saliva so that's great.
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My Trans Story
Non-FictionEDIT: Since completing this book, I've changed my name to Evan *** This book will be filled with my experiences in coming out, transitioning, random stories, and rants. I hope you enjoy!
