“There were never two people more… into The Cure,” the best man at our wedding drunkenly crooned. Besides superior taste in music, we also had early childhood trauma and a penchant for bad coping mechanisms in common.
Within days of knowing each other, we already shared an intimate drug bender, complete with subsequent depression crash, culminating in him adding me to his Top 8 on Myspace: a significant gesture in those days.
Teddy and I met in our early 20s in Philadelphia. My gay bestie and I were stumbling out of a bar at closing time, and he was doing the same with his cousins.Read more on themighty.com