Shaun Cuevas

SRQ BOY

MY STORY

Hi! Thanks for stopping by! I'm Shaun. I was born on December 28, 1979 in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. I was raised by my awesome family in Pass Christian, Mississippi. My hometown is a beautiful coastal city that is full of history, and is located on the Gulf of Mexico in South Mississippi. It is "The Birthplace of Yachting in the South" It’s 40 minutes east of New Orleans, Louisiana, and an hour west of Mobile, Alabama. I have two brothers Aaron, 3 years younger than me, and Blake, which is 11 years younger. I also have a niece, Makya, which is Aaron's daughter.

I may have grown up on the coast, but I lived 7 miles north of the beach, it was pretty country. Everybody that lived on my street is family, like it or not, that's what we were. Everybody knows everybody and everybody knows everything about everybody. If they didn't, they will in due time, and they'll see to it. (Kind of like catty women on Wisteria Lane, just ten times worst) Other than the gossip, backstabbing, hypocrites & corruption of all our families, all of the kids were about the same age. I think we were all born from the beginning of 1979 to the end of 1980. There were about 15 of us. From diapers, to school, to our own families, most of us are still very close friends today, even the one's that didn't get along as kids. Kiley, that’s you and me, haha!

For the most part, my childhood was pretty decent. My parent’s didn't have much money, my mother was a teacher's assistant, and my father was a brick mason. In the 80's, there wasn't too much happening in South Mississippi to write home about. When my father didn't have cash in his pocket, it meant bad news for me, and sometimes my mom. My mom and I were used as his bi polar pill.... After I was admitted into the emergency room and got stitches sewn into my head and face, we moved out, and thank God that was over. But you know what, he’s a loser anyway.

Sometime between 1995 and 1997, my mother met my Step Father Walter. He was in the US Navy and at the time, he was stationed at she Seabee Base in Gulfport. I think they met at Michaels Country Club, (maybe she was looking for a cowboy???), well he came in and damn, I thought he was "the" drill sergeant. It was rough at first, a new man in my mother's life; he was mean, bold, and not scared of a damn thing. My two brothers and me didn't know how to take this. All in all, the hillbilly from West Virginia is the best thing that has ever happened to our family. Today, they have built themselves a new home; my mother is a college student with hopes of being a teacher some day. Walter, my step-dad works for the US State Department and travels all over the world every day. He works inside the embassies. He enjoys it, except for being away from my mom for months. One day he's in South Africa, Portugal the next, and before we speak to him again, he's relaxing in Fiji.

I was only 12 when my parents divorced. My Nan (aka my Godmother and Aunt, (it’s a Catholic thing). She holds the spot of the most influential person in my life. She was never married and never had children. My mom gave birth to me when she was at the young age of sixteen and my aunt was nineteen. Of course my mom was still living at home with my grandparents, needless to say, it was the perfect set up to spoil the nephew and grandson. My aunt went on to college and became a lab secretary at Gulf Coast Medical Center in Biloxi. After several years of working there, she received on the job training and became a Histology Technician, in the early 90's. This gave me the opportunity to spend many weekends at her house (which was just across Highway 90 from the beach, and she allowed me to go to work with her, and I was able to touch all of the cool body parts that were removed from patients bodies. It was so great to me! I even brought my friends along! She educated me on life, especially basic human etiquette; she showed me exactly how to become the best person that I can be. The best advice she gave me was, no matter how much money or time you have, if you get a chance to do it, GO FOR IT. You only live once, and as Dodge’s motto goes, "Grab life by the horns". I truly live by that motto to this day, and anyone that knows me, knows that it’s true! I never want to regret not taking that one opportunity, or not jumping for the one thing that matter to me at any particular point in my life. It’s too short, and it can be over with in an instant. With that said, June 27, 2000 was the worst day of my life. The woman that I loved so dearly, the one that made me who I am today, and the one that has left an everlasting impression on my soul, died of cancer. On June 26, I went to Memorial Hospital in Gulfport to see how she was doing. As I walked into her hospital room, my eyes began to quiver, and my legs became weak. As I walked beside her bed, I was even with her knees, and I couldn’t go any further. All I could do was hold back my tears as much as I can. She stared at me and said, “its ok Shaun, come back tomorrow, I’ll be able to talk to you.” I can still hear her saying that to me, and it kills me. I gave her the biggest hug that I’ve ever given anyone, and that’s it. I couldn’t say a word. At 2am the next morning, I awoke by my mom knocking on my bedroom door; she said that we had to get to the hospital. At that moment, it felt as if my world stopped.


Growing up together was so much fun, I think about it often, just for the simple fact that we've all grown up! Some of us have started families, some have moved away, and we’ve even lost dear friends that can't be here to share the rest of our lives with us. One in particular, is Nicole. She was one of the 15, my cousin and best friend. She was a great person, everybody loved her and she just put you in that good mood, if you wanted to or not! If we weren't having HUGE blowouts at her house, then we'd be partying until the sun came up in New Orleans. Can you imagine that? Driving over Lake Pontchartrain with the sun blinding you at 6am after partying all night? Everybody loved her. In August of 2003, her family and her went to Six Flags over Georgia in Atlanta for a whole week. They returned home on a Sunday evening and then on Monday afternoon they had a family bar-b-que. Her sisters’ ex-boyfriend Shane showed up from Atlanta that evening around 6pm, what a coincidence, on his new crotch rocket. Well being the outgoing and wild Nicole, she wanted to be taken for a ride. She jumped on the back, and they took off. They never returned. Both of their bodies were found in a creek one mile from home on August 5th, 2003. She was only 21, turning 22 on August 19th. At this time, I lived in Mandeville Louisiana, Kiley called me at 1:28 am, frantic with the bad news. That 45-minute drive to Mississippi turned into 25. Nicole is in the picture below, on the right with black hair.












When I was 21, I came out and told my parents, family & friends that I was gay. I met a guy named Brian. We actually met online, in a gay chat room with over 100 people chatting. Someone typed, "where is everyone from"? I put MS and he put LA. We began to talk, and realized that we were only one county apart in two different states. We kept talking, after a few days we met at Applebee's in Slidell Louisiana on February 10th, 2001. Our date lasted for 13 hours!!! We ate dinner, he brought me to Covington where he is from. Then we went to my hometown, went with Shane to pick up Dena (Nicole's sister's boyfriend and sister) from Boomtown Casino in Biloxi where she is a cocktail waitress. After that, we went to OZ in New Orleans and had a couple of drinks and danced a little. At 7am, we were back at Applebee's to pick up my car. We went separate ways, but we were sure to see each other again very soon.
As a kid, I felt a little different from the other boys, like I didn’t fit in, and nothing in common with them. Yeah, I know you know where this one is going. I was attracted to them, not the girls they were looking at! I knew then, I was gay, and yeah, I liked boys. It didn’t scare me or anything like that, just for the simple fact that I knew a lot of gay people growing up and some of them were my family, I was around it. My Nan’s best friend Mike was gay; he was my first encounter with a gay guy that was “that” flamboyant. On my biological sperm donor’s side of the family, his sister, my aunt and her husband divorced because he was gay and she was a lesbian. My daddy’s family was freaked and to this day, they don’t like gay people. Guess they’re scared of us. They were the ones that we should be scared of! They are of course, from North Carolina. It’s kind of weird. I don’t understand how in the late 1980’s and early 90’s North Carolina was any different than South Mississippi, especially for a family that hasn’t ever stepped into a church. They couldn’t use that one as an excuse. My mom’s family which is all from MS has accepted homosexual relationships from as far as I can remember. Of course, being raised in the Catholic Church, it is still considered wrong, but I think they’ll get over it. I’m still Catholic, but it’s still “my” life too. Hopefully one day, we’ll all be “One Human Family” (Official Philosophy of KEY WEST, Florida”
Moving on. When I was 21, I was tired of hiding and not being able to be myself, only what everyone else wanted me to be. So, I decided to come out gradually, first it was the internet, (thank God for America Online), then my closest friends, and finally my family. Even though I was tired of hiding, my personality prohibits me from doing anything without my friends approval, insecurity’s maybe? I hope to get over that one day.
Ok, you remember Nicole. Well we worked at a convenient store as we were in high school I think around 1997 or so. This was the actual start of our “being best friends period”. One night after work we were bored, so she called her sister Karen to ask if I could go with Nicole and spend the night at her house. She was iffy about it at first since she didn’t really know me that well even though we were family, but since it was Nicole asking, she said yes. That was the start of us staying at Karen’s every other night too for like two years to come. It was great because Karen’s husband worked overseas, so she was alone every other month with her two kids. As you could probably guess, we all became very close; they even considered me a part of their family. Their mom, Mrs. Carol, would introduce me to people or friends as her son, step-son, cousin, friend anything you want to call it. This really meant a lot to me because this was the same time my aunt was dying of cancer and my daddy didn’t talk to me (guess of the guilt of the abuse or something) and we still don’t to this day, and I was holding in my secret of being gay all at the same time. Their whole family really lit up my life for the better. As me and Nicole were always staying with Karen, I was introduced to the infamous America Online. This is where I was allowed to be myself, where I didn’t get judged by anyone, and where I met my best gay friend, Joe.
Joe is an awesome guy, and a very good friend. He helped me know who I was and why. We met on America Online as Joe9614 and Illbesmiling. We talked online for a short time and then we started talking on the phone. He became my counselor, lol. Since the gay scene was all so new tome, this is funny – I thought I was in love, and I was ready to move to Florida, which is where he was born and raised. (It makes me laugh now, and trust me, he don’t let me forget it either, don’t think he ever will!” He’s a crazy boy, but you got to love him. Back to the “in love thing”, and you may find this part a little humorous. He didn’t want to date me because I was a little on the “hefty” side. It crushed me, but mostly I believe it was of course the weight thing, not the love thing. The rejection was the worst part of the whole thing though, which I don’t think anybody likes to be rejected. It was just weird to me because my Granny and Papa, my mom’s parents and my Nan spoiled me rotten. I was never told no, and if I was, there was bound to be consequences for them. Yeah I was hard-headed and a big time smart-ass, which I think I still am. To this day, we are still best friends and we actually go out together, go on trips and visit each other very often. I’m going to move on now, he’ll make a come back in my story shortly, just keep reading. This I guess was the start of my version of the “gay drama”.
After I came in contact with AOL, the next step was my friends. My very close friends first. Up to today, Kiley is my very best friend in the whole universe. I couldn’t make it without her.

Well, on November 18th of 2000, it was her 22nd birthday. She was attending college at the University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg. I was still on the coast at the time, so I got all of our friends together, Nicole and her boyfriend Berry, Chris and his girlfriend Allison who is now his wife and mother of their two kids Destiny and Brenden, together to surprise Kiley with a birthday party. It was a big ordeal but it was great and it turned out well. I got in contact with her mother and her roommates Brittany and Christy to plan the party. They were responsible for getting her out of the house and I think they took her shopping or something like that. Anyway, Chris, Allison, and I made jell-o shots, like a hundred of them! I bought a cake and a shit load of Bud Light (of course), a large ice chest full of it, we were definately having a party! Everything was in perfect order; she was out on a birthday shopping spree with her mom, aunt and cousin, while Brittany, Christy and Chris, who is now her husband and father of their daughter Jasmyn, stayed at the apartment and decorated for the party. Hattiesburg is about 45 minutes or a little more north of where I lived, and of all nights, there is a major thunderstorm looming over the whole state of Mississippi. That's our luck, and I think it rained for the most of the night too. Once we got there, like 15 minutes before Kiley, ugh, it was a rush against the clock in bad weather. We made it though, and had everything done when Kiley arrived home. When she walked in the door, we surprised her so much that she busted her ass on the linoleum in the door way. It was great, and I guess we started that party off with a boom huh? Literally. As we all began to get drunk and crazy, I had an urge, alcohol does this to me and it still does today. I wanted to tell her my secret, but I didn’t want to upset her, and I definately didn't want to ruin her party. I didn’t know how her boyfriend would say or all of our other friends. The last thing I wanted to do was to lose my best friend! First I pulled Allison aside, but since I was drunk and scared I got super nervous and she could tell something was bothering me. Allison is from Palm Beach Florida, so she is very open minded, so I figured she’d be an easier choice to tell I was gay first. Since she could tell I was upset, she pulled me outside the front door. I was crying like a big baby!!! I told her then, that I was gay. The hard part was going back into the apartment, so I didn’t go!!! LOL! I’ve always been good at running away from my feelings and problems, but they always seem to work themselves out. Kiley will vouch for that as I sit here and type. I just hate upsetting people or hurting anyone in any way. For me, it’s easier to run I guess. I wish I weren’t like that but that’s who I am, can’t change it. If something bad has to happen to somebody, I would rather it happen to me. I am a huge worry wart too, but if it’s my problem, I can find a way to adjust the situation, anyone else’s problem, especially someone that I care about, I’d just worry myself to death about it. I’m just crazy like that. Motor mouth me, ok now, back to my story. I’m standing outside the door crying like a baby remember, well Allison goes inside. I don’t know that part of the story but not even five minutes later, she comes back out with Kiley. Kiley was freaking out because I was freaking out and she didn’t even know why. The beer has kicked in by this time and Kiley was saying “Shaun, what’s wrong”, “Tell me what’s wrong with you”. With a little push from Allison telling me “Shaun, tell her”, “We love you”, I just said it. My tears were falling faster than my tear ducts could produce them and I had to pull my heart out of my stomach. Kiley told me she still loved me, and she wrapped her arms around me. At that point, I was wishing the world would stop. Since it’s been so long ago, I forgot how everyone else found out and reacted to it, but they did that night I guess.


This whole coming out thing to my friends, it really hurt Nicole. I came out to all of our friends before I told her anything. I didn’t do this to hurt her in any way, but our really good friend Brian came out about a year before I did, he told her first, and she told his sister before he had a chance to. I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me, it was going to be bad enough, ME telling my family, know what I mean?

The next chapter of “My Story” is when I finally met a guy. My first real gay relationship was was started. I met Brian online as well. one night, drowning with boredom, I was basically sitting in a chat room, just reading what everyone was saying. Suddenly, someone asked where everyone was from. I saw St. Tammany Parish Louisiana come up. It was neat, because it's only like 15 minutes from home. So we started talking, he was really sweet. It was during Mardi Gras, so it was hard to schedule a meeting, just because I had so much partying to do, with my family, friends and even co-workers, and I was not ready to let the cat out of the bag to everyone just yet.
Finally, about three weeks after we began talking and getting to know each other, we decided to meet at Applebee's in Slidell, LA, which was half way for both of us, it's like 24 miles. That day I was so nervous, I didn't know what to do with myself. Him and I talked on the phone for most of the day, with the anticipation of meeting that night. I was at my cousin Shelly's house, she helped me put highlights in my hair, and take some of the edge off of my nervousness. I wanted to look good, haha. Around 7:00pm if I remember correctly, we met for dinner. This was just the start of our 13 hour date!!! I still can't believe that! I even remember what I ate for dinner that night. I had a ceasar salad and a green apple martini, it was a very nice dinner, and I wasn't even as nervous as I was anticipating that I would've been. Once dinner was over, he wanted to show me where he lived. He lived in Covington, Louisiana, which as I said earlier was 24 miles from where we met. We went into his house, well, his great-grandmothers old house that he fixed up, and we just sat there and talked for a while. I remember that I had my whole box of pictures in the car, so yeah, if you know me, I have to show everyone my pictures! haha.. he probably thought I was a dork, but I didn't care what he would think. We just sat on the couch and looked at pictures, I loved it! As we were there, we were trying to figure out what we wanted to do next, as we were talking about it, my cousin Dena's boyfriend called me and asked if I would ride with him to pick Dena up from work. At this time, she worked at Boomtown Casino in Biloxi. I shot the idea out to Brian, and he agreed to ride. We left his house in Covington, which on our ride to get my car at Applebee's, he grabbed my hand and held it. That was his way of saying he was interested in me. It made me very happy, and I didn't even know what to say or do!!! We made it back to my car, and met Shane in Pass Christian, where we rode with him in his suburban to pick up Dena. When that was all over, Brian and i decided we wanted to go out. Soooo, we drove to New Orleans, where we partyed at OZ until daylight, we made it back to our meeting spot around 8:00am. I was worn out, but very very happy. Weeks passed, we became closer, and really enjoyed each others company. My first official relationship has begun.
The first time that we stayed together was on Valentine's Day 2001. He invited me to his house for dinner, I was pretty excited. When I walked into the door of his house, there were no lights on, just two candles, standing strong on top of a while sheet lying on the living room floor, with a dozen of roses in the middle, and chinese food waiting to be eaten. VERY romantic I thought, and it was one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me. Someone actually went out of their way FOR ME! It made me feel wanted, it made me extremely happy, and at that moment, I felt that I had something to offer someone.
Months past by, we grew closer to each other, and our relationship began to evolve into something that would last for the next six years of our lives. The next major obstacle in my "Coming Out" phase, was to tell my parents, grandparents, and other family I was close to, that I was gay. I had no idea how to do it. Even though it was going to make me happier, I didn't want to hurt anyone in the process.
One night, while on the phone with Brian, I told him that I was going to come out to my parents tomorrow. I decided to write a letter to my mom, and leave it on the recliner that I was sure she'l sit in when she woke up. At this time, he too, said that it sounded like a good idea, and we both agreed to do it the next morning. We did, and I went to work all day long, at this time I worked at Coast Electric Power Association in Bay St. Louis, MS, and I waiting for my mom to call me on my cell phone all day long. I never received that call that I was so anxious to receive. With this being said, I didn't want to go home.
At the end of my work day, I drove home. My mom was sitting there, with my step-father in the chair next to her, and I could tell that she'd been crying her eyes out, they were red and swollen. No one said anything to me, I walked straight to my bedroom to get changed and ready for school. Oh yeah, me and my mom rode to school together in the evenings as well. To be continued...






Around May of 2001, Brian asked me to move to Louisiana and move in with him. He knew for sure, I wouldn't do that without having a job to go to. That was the first thing I asked him, "I'll have to find a job before I move anywhere", he already contemplated on me making that statement. He said back to me, "My friend Idania works at the courthouse, and they need someone to work in Land Records. Needless to say, I had an interview within just a few days. A few days after the interview, I had the job, and I was moving to Louisiana.

THE INTERVIEW

The interview went great! I went in at 1:30pm and met with Bob (PAD) and Sue the (RPAD) in the conference room at Trident Regional Medical Center. The interview lasted approximately 2 hours and then they gave me a tour around the hospital and introduced me to a couple of employees. After the tour, Bob took me for a ride and brought me by the 6 off sites which are also a part of the hospital. It was fun, he also took me to Charleston Harbor, through downtown and to see some kind of new bridge that opened back up today. (Everybody in this city has been talking about that damn bridge) All and all, Charleston is a very pretty city, like a miniature New Orleans, and the cost of living in extremely cheaper than Sarasota, they don’t compare whatsoever. The people are some of the friendliest that I’ve ever seen. No one passes by you without saying hi or starting a conversation. That too, is a big difference from Sarasota. Weird.
After the tour, Bob took me out to dinner, some place called something Oyster, it was pretty good, we even had beer, and can you believe that? That’s what I call a COOL ASS interview!! Crazy stuff really does happen in the south huh.
Last night when I finally returned to the hotel room, I had an urge to go out. I got online and met Andrew; he was actually dressing up in drag for a show at Patrick’s Bar & Grill. So we talked for a little while and then he invited me to come out and meet him and his friends. Can you believe I did it? Me? Mr. doesn’t go anywhere alone?? But hey, I figured what better time than now, if I move to Charleston I’ll be moving by myself, and I’ll have to learn to do it, or I’ll be sitting home all the time. So I went, met up with Daniel and his friends Michael, Matthew & David. They were all very nice and welcoming, so if I do move here, I’ll at least now know a couple of people to hang out with.
My flight leaving from Charleston to Charlotte was scheduled to leave at 12:25, guess what, I MISSED IT. UGH!! By the time I refilled the gas in the rental car (2006 Royal Blue Hyundai Sonata, which had a sunroof and fine as hell and I’ve never liked Hyundai’s at all) and made it into the airport, with the detour on I-26, it was like 12:05. And if you ever fly, you know how much a pain in the ass it is to be late for a flight, no one at the ticket counters attempt to help you at all. So yeah, now I’m still in Charleston and it is 2:28pm, had to wait for the 2:50 flight to Charlotte, and instead of flying into Sarasota, 2 miles from my house, I have to fly into Tampa now and not get there until 6:55.
Ok, not only did I miss my first flight this morning in South Carolina, but once I got to charlotte the airplane that was supposed to be there wasn’t, it was delayed in the Bahamas or somewhere for security reasons. Finally, an hour late and the door seal or something is messed up on the plane, it’s going to be another 30 minute delay. I can’t win for losing today..
Hopefully it won’t take them long to make an offer to me for the job, I’m too impatient to wait too long. When they do, I’ll let you all know if I definitely have the job or not.
You know one thing that most companies are missing. Accountability and Appreciation. Those two things can really kept morale at high levels and employees will most probably me more apt to learn and progress within the company. The reason I wanted to talk about this is because since I have been looking and interviewing for other jobs around the country, my current manager hasn’t been too happy about the idea. Don’t you think your boss should actually back you when you want to better yourself within the company? You know what her problem is, she’s jealous that I am actually succeeding and not wanting to stay in one place for 15 years. The other thing that she doesn’t like is that I won’t be there every day to do everything that needs to be done. She’ll have to wake up, hang up the phone and do some work.
I am the current team leader over the entire registration department, well when something happens with a patient, like for instance, the employee continuously calls in sick to work, or they don’t call in within the one hour before your shift window, nothing is done. I’ve written an employee up for an occurrence once and handed it to my manager; she didn’t even go as far as to read it. Nothing was done, so this just tells that particular employee that it is perfectly fine for her to continue to ignore policies and rules. It also tells me that in my manager’s eyes, the team leader is nothing but her “bitch”, that’s it. It is somebody that is responsible, a self starter, someone that completes every job no matter what it is and how much time is available, not including covering everyone’s lunches and doing the work that they left incomplete. You know, sometimes, I’ll see an employee not utilizing a system, rather it be our collections system, Medicare system or others, so I train them on the system and let them know what they are doing wrong and what is expected of them. Well, they go to our manager, she doesn’t want to make any waves, so, she tells them different. That’s not a good way to run a department.
The accountability thing, well, a select few employees are actually held accountable for their mistakes or misfortunes. For an example is, last Wednesday we have our self pay meetings with the registration department managers, supervisors and the financial counselor. Well, Gary, our CFO interrogates Sandra our financial counselor for inpatients that are self pay and we didn’t collect anything. It isn’t always her, and a lot of the time its inaccurate information coming in at the beginning of the patient’s visit when they first sit down at registration. When I see this, I address the issue as I said before and provide the proper training. Nothing happens. My manager puts every thing off, so this works in a chain reaction and it makes me look incompetent as the next person. It totally drives me crazy! I’m done crying. Have a good one.

INTERVIEW DAY

Today is the day! I made it this far, let’s see what happens. I am on the plane to Charleston. Not to mention that I am in the last seat on the airplane and about a foot from the #*$&%^ restroom, glad no one has IBS, right? If so, I would have been in a world of shit, literally, stinky.
I hope I have all of my ducks in a row and didn’t miss anything. I have all of the PowerPoint’s that I have created for employee training to present to the “interviewers”, and I sure do hope they like what they see!! But hey, it’s me we’re talking about, SURE they’re going to like it *wink & grin*. I have 30 more minutes of flight time before I get to Charlotte, where I have an hour lay over, but after my interview I will be back to let you know how everything went.

READY FOR CHANGE

Well... ADHD me is tired of Sarasota. Two years have passed, I've learned a lot, been promoted and even received two raises. I'm getting bored. A couple of weeks ago, I got on to my company's website and started looking for higher ranking jobs, in a different city. I applied for jobs in Dallas, San Antonio, Austin, Pensacola, Niceville, Panama City, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Charleston & Nashville. Well, I received an offer from Panama City, but it's not what I'm looking for, I guess I'll have to wait until Hurricane Dennis is over before I can find out the details about that one. I also had a phone interview with the director from Charleston, after he spoke to my references, he had my travel arragements complete to fly up there for my face to face interview before my references had time to call me!!
This Friday, July 15th, I'm flying to Charleston to interview for the supervisor position at a hospital there. I'm really excited, but a little scared, not knowing if I'm making the right decision or not. I guess we'll see, and I'll let ya'll know how it goes! "Wish me luck"

4th OF JULY 2005

This 4th of July, I drove down to Key West to visit my really good friend Mary Ellen. I met her in Sarasota 2 years ago when I moved here and we've become very good friends. She's the kinda friend that is always there, you can count on her answering her phone when your in desperate need of someone to talk to!

Well, since she lives in her ex-husbands $2.8 million mansion in Truman Annex, my vacations to Key West are suppurb! We hung out at the pool alot, went to dinner every night and partied on a full stomach. One of the best nights was at the 809 club or something like that, its on Duval Street and the drag show was awesome! Awesome until Mary Ellen went up to the stage and the drag queen smashed her tits in Mary Ellen's face, it was halarious!
On Saturday, Brian and Kristine took the boat down from Ft. Myers, and we all hung out together. Instead of them catching the boat to come back, they decided to miss the boat and ride back with me on Monday, that's what they did. You know they enjoyed themselves! Oh well, that was my 4th of July story, now I'm anticipating my next trip down there.

OFF TO VEGAS

A good friend of mine, Denise, is moving to Laughlin Nevada to be near her mother. I met her in Sarasota almost two years ago and me, her, Kristine and Brian became very close friends. Tonight we all met at her apartment and ordered pizza and made martinis, which were very good by the way and I gave Denise a going away gift. Me and Brian bought her a photo album made of recycled paper/leaves/pine bark etc. It is actually very nice with a large blue flower on the front of it, with Florida written at the bottom. I put 26 pictures in it of all of us, on different occasions that I had my camera, from St. Pete to Sarasota. It came out very nice. She loved it.