Who is Huckleberry Hound? Part III

I was gone for six months then from the summer of 2000 to January 2K1. Our other brother is in school at USC and Huck is living her little life happily is Columbia. Twist of fate though dictates that when I return I have to return to the state but not to Columbia. Rather Charleston. A cosmopolitan little shoreside town. This still left me within a brisk two hour drive of my sister. During this time, my sister met her love of her life, married him, and lost her virginity. I stayed here for two years, went through more than a few lil "relationships," and eventually moved to Charlotte to be with my next major boyfriend. Mr. Unrequited. This is the with whom I contracted HIV. For the most part, Mr. R and I had a picture perfect relationship. Eventually and for reasons I will go into later it went sour, he left me, and I had a nervous breakdown. This resulted in a suicide attempt. While I was in a coma, my mother, Huck, and my new friend, "Joel" (not his real name) all came to see me. I know a part of my sister died that day, or maybe something was born. All I know for sure is that nothing was same after that.

I got out out of the hospital that Thursday and Joel and I decided to go to pride in Columbia on Sunday. Hopefully, we would get to hang with Huck that night. The day went perfect. Saw old friends. Brother and his man were at Pride. When Huck got off work, we went to the Alley and eventually made our way to see the Cabaret. I was my usual sideshow self and was being called on stage to be flirted with by drag queens and such. By three in the morning, I was in Richland County Jail. Yet another story for another time. And while you would think the Would-Be Suiter Joel or maybe my parents would be the unabashed savior of the day pooling for bail money, it was not the case. After seventeen days spent mostly naked in solitary confinement, it was Huck with the broken purse, the lawyer, and my freedom in her own hands. Granted I honestly did not care who did it, I wanted the fuck out. Little gay white boy plus big black mens equals a porn I am not ready to star in. After my release, I returned to Charlotte and started dating Joel. My sister liked him best because he would speak to her outside of "us" and appeared to want a personal friendship with her. I, at the time, was so glad for this because she always gets relegated to awkward positions in my relationships by the boyfriends. They know not to fuck with her because that is sacred territory, but they also have a problem with her being a private place that I can go to and over which they have no control or influence. Looking back, I wonder if Joel was just using her as a method to get info on me or keep a leash on that part of my world. Always with these insane conspiracies, I know. I say, live ten days in my soul and see if you are not looking under the carpet for Jehovah's Witnesses.

We will adjourn this part of Who is Huck? Talk at you later boys and girls.