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The Men that played.
Note - Im just power writing - as in just thinking on the spot and writing- i.e not planned so probably not very good...
Me (James), Greg, Daneil and Rolph were wild. In our world, so full of late night parties, wild and rather dangerous sex, women to die for, men (when we felt like "experimenting...") retail therapy and mass amounts of money..our life seemed perfect, for we got all we wanted in a matter of seconds. My brother is Greg, tall, blond and distinct with his hawk-like fiery orange eyes. The women (and indeed men, too) always fell at his feet in an instant, as if he was some sort of irresistable fruit. Daneil was always the young and sensitive one. For months prior to him joining our group (the men that play) we could have swore he was homosexual. With his immensley long eyelashes, shoulder legnth dark hair and hairless, smooth legs who would'nt?
Rolph was the stern but dead sexy guy, always presenting himself with class and composure. As a black man, you would think he had an urban fashion sense, dressing in Nike hoods and getting the latest Reebok shoes out on the market. But not Rolph. He was often seen it suits, clever and to the point was his attitude, although he did have an awfully wild side to him. You could find dear old Rolph at night in a small, shabby club named the Sandric which stood weakly on a corner of New York's many sex-scene streets and avenues. We were the best of friends. The Men that played were all bound to a contract of the uttermost loyalty and truthfullness toward one another. In our ring, we shared and exchanged some of our most darkest secrets. We also often conversed on the subject of our love life's, and what was going on in our lives in general. We were like brother's. We all lived in different districts of the huge metropolis we called home - but when we wanted to arrange a social gathering - it would be at an old house we revamped in Queens. It had a perfect garden and after immsensly hard work, the four of us had made it habitable, and infact, quite comfortable. We were all very happy. But one our world was turned upside down. It was rainy, dank and gloomy that Friday and the windows of our meeting place creaked worringly. Greg came in last and late, only to tell us what we all had dreaded for months.
"Guys" he had said, shakily, tears flickering gracefully from those bright orange eyes. "I have Aids.."
Horror swept on every singe face in that room as Daneil burst into frantic tears. Greg, my brother, had a deadly virus...why had i not stopped him from all those nights of unsafe sex, drugs and encounters with common hookers?..why?
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You are what you chose to be, and that is out of your own accord.
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4/10/2004, 11:07 am
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