Giving It To Gary
I remember the first time that I met Gary “The Farm Boy” Fuller, as he was often called. He was 15-years old and the textbook definition of a redneck. I was 13-years old at the time and took a liking to Gary because he looked up to me as some sort of “tough & streetwise” L.A. kid. In his eyes, I was far superior then he or any other kid from the hick-town where he grew up. In reality, I wasn’t even remotely tough or streetwise and Gary was the only one that had this perception of me. I was actually in the process of better understanding why I seemed to enjoy creating situations where other boys would be able to see my dick. I’d lead them to some secluded location and then suddenly need …