biblical times.

pajama party

the aftermath. jason is like, old3r :) from his pov

children are ignorant. they are self-centered and do not understand that they have an effect on the people around them.

the first person i understood outside of myself was a man by the name of whizzer brown.

as i thought my life was bad enough already; at the ripe age of 9, my parents divorced. then, whizzer started appearing.

i would see dad bring him in and out, but never thought that much of it. then dad finally bothered to introduce me to him.

for the most part, i will remember these moments for the rest of my life. the young man who stood at double my height knelt down and smiled. "hey kiddo, im whizzer. im your dad's boyfriend."

to tell you if i was terrified or angry, well, i wouldn't be able to. being raised in a house always torn apart, i was torn apart. finding out that my dad was a homosexual was nearly the worst thing that happened to me. or i should say, that's how it felt.

yet, i liked whizzer.  he wasn't, of course, my parent. it was me and him on the sidelines watching the tense fights between mom and dad. i related to him more than i ever would my parents.

then came the questions. maybe i was a homosexual? trust me, it hurts to look back at myself like this. though, you can't blame a stupid kid for his own stupidity. at that point, again, kids are ignorant.

whizzer was an escape from my current situation.

around my tenth birthday, my dad's therapist started coming over to our house since, yeah, i was a screwed up kid.

then our therapist, mendel, started screwing my mom, rather, another one of his patients.

i liked mendel nearly as much as i liked whizzer. he taught me to understand myself more than my parents ever did. being paid for it or not, it meant so much to me.

do not get it twisted. i love my parents more than anything that i will ever love, but i couldn't admit it to myself.

after one fucking hell of a few years, my dad and whizzer separated when i was about 10 and a half. that threw me into another tornado. my dad gave me his contact information, but mom could never know.

i didn't contact whizzer much. i remember he called my dad for both my 11th and 12th birthdays. i also started competing in little league baseball.

yikes.

but whizzer inspired that part of me... so i invited him to a game.

god how that changed everything once again.

you could say im a matchmaker. dad and whizzer were back together in a single shake of a lamb's tail. mom and mendel were now an old married couple. my temporary, saintly, and gay neighbors and nannies charlotte and cordelia also became a huge part of my life.

everything was serene. too perfect? i was surrounded by love for which felt like the first time in a long time.

we were in the process of preparing for my bar mitzvah. whether that was going well... i was too oblivious to know. i just knew i didn't want one.

just as i was ready to accept how life was, my best friend got sick.

my best friend was whizzer brown. im sure dad noticed, but, around march whizzer was visually underweight and pale. his body was drained as if he'd had a flu and his body had to fight back... but it'd been too long.

before anyone could make proper judgements, whizzer was in the hospital.

oh, how quickly his state declined from there. along with his, my father's, my mother's and charlotte's.