When I came upon the first overpass there were a dozen or so guys blocking the trail all standing around and drinking. before I could even move they were swarming over me. Porn I awoke the next morning, sore, ass torn and sick to my stomach…Called in sick to work and laid there feeling sorry for myself..I got over it and headed home a few days later to Philly. These are all true life stories of how I have struggled with my bipolar illness and that fact that I am a worthless gay faggot. A lot more open than in philly except for a few select places. When I came upon the 2nd underpass there were more guys this time it was all black guys and more of the same harassment…crude comments like “I
