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Jeff, 1995.
Jeff
July 7, 1995
Jeff: My mother raised me until the age of 13. When I went into junior high, I moved in with my father who had 4 other children. He owned his own business, plus was the commissioner for the local AYSO soccer league... and didn't have a lot of time for me. My mother was a traveling sales rep. I hung out with her on vacations and she got to be the weekend mom, the good time Charlie. The first time I dyed my hair we did highlights. She actually bought the stuff and applied it just to piss off my father.
I had a stepbrother who was my same age and he didn't like me. He felt threatened when I moved in because he had always been the child with the most authority and privileges. He had to knock me down. As the years went by, the problems increased and I went to a couple of halfway homes. In my sophomore year in May, I had no place to live so I moved back in with my mother. She enrolled me in Catholic school and I worked selling shoes. She was traveling around the country so I went with her to Washington DC. While she was busy working, I met some men... who took me... on their laps in a Honda Civic across state lines to Maryland. I fucked three of them. It was tawdry.
The next chance I got I ditched my mom and went to Ft. Lauderdale. I was
16 years old and stayed away four or five months. She hired a private investigator
and had me listed with the
Center for Exploited and Missing Children. Since
she knew I was in Ft. Lauderdale, she started putting up flyers in the bars.
When I came back she had me go to the doctor for a full physical. It was kind of weird but at that point I think we both knew. I knew about the HIV virus. I knew how it was transmitted; that it was in the world that I was moving in. But I was rebellious and I thought I was immortal. I didn't give a fuck and I didn't see any future for myself past 20. The first test came back negative. She had me tested a month later; it was negative again.
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