Chapter 3

“Goodbye, Pete.”

“Goodbye,” I tell him, sad to see him walk away.

What a good-looking, tight ass. He’s the first guy I’ve been interested in for quite some time.

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Ira Baye, my best friend, and I go way back. I can’t even remember when we haven’t been friends. For most of our lives, we’ve lived in the same area of the city. While growing up in Pittsburgh, attending public school, he and I shared the chicken pox in third grade. During high school, he went to the prom with Lisa Chandler, and I gave her twin brother a blowjob in his aunt’s basement. During our college years, Ira went to Carlington in Erie and obtained a degree in writing. I chose Pitt, majoring in business. When Ira graduated from college, he moved back to the city. He found a job at Masterton Publishing as an editor and continued to live in the city. He still lives by me, a half mile away.

“Google Waverly,” Ira Baye says, scanning Netflix for a horror movie to watch.