Since my first haircut at the barber's, Vince had been there to cut my hair. By the time I was ready to head off to college, he was an old man. I remember him telling me to wear a condom so I wouldn't "knock up" some hot chick. I smiled and assured him I would be extra careful. There were no chicks in my future, or my past. I had discovered at eleven that boys, and then men, were
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