Chapter 3
My feet carried me inside a small convenience store where I bought three packs of cigarettes before I continued.
I had no idea how long I roamed the streets. Minutes? Hours? Forever?
In the end, I found myself outside The Broken Brick Bar. I had spent many, many Friday evenings there belting out my heartache on Open Mic Night, and I wasn’t surprised I ended up here. It was a safe space.Everyone was incredibly nice and supportive. It was almost like a Gay Utopia. Too good to be true.
I entered and signed up for an available spot on the stage before taking my regular place at the end of the bar where no one ever hung out because it was too far from the beer taps.