I visit Jeffrey, the man who gave me my start

It’s a short walk to his house, but when I first found out where he lived, I took a different route. He lives in the same neighborhood, but not quite “down the street” from my house. I pop a Pink Basic and choose to wear a comfortable outfit, which consists of a pair of yoga pants and a cropped hoodie. Along the way, I catch the eye of some attractive guys out jogging in the neighborhood, but none of them stop to start a conversation.

When I finally see his house, I spot his car in the driveway, a clear sign he’s home. I walk up to the door, remembering the countless days last summer like it was yesterday. The front door opens….