There was this one guy calling him a fag and hitting him in the head....
I kicked his ass and took his jacket as a trophy.
There was this one guy calling him a fag and hitting him in the head....
I kicked his ass and took his jacket as a trophy.
His name was also Chris
I kept that jacket for many years
People asked me why
I said it was special
I loved my brother
We all had our problems
I can't help but think about the shit we've been through
I remember trying to teach him to use AOL to talk to gay dudes before anyone knew his secrets
He couldn't talk to anyone
But I not only understood his sign language, I also understood his hidden side
So he confided in me
So I sat with him for hours teaching him how to navigate chatrooms and talk to pervs online