Tonight I had the unexpected pleasure of dining with a longtime family friend from whom I used to take swimming lessons as a kid (age five or six, maybe) at good old Stacey Pool in south Austin.
He's now had full blown AIDS for nearly 20 years, yet seemingly couldn't be at all happier with life.
I won't soon forget his account of how on a recent trip he'd briefly been detained by airport security and questioned about the contents of his colostomy bag. His response: "Well, if you must know, it's full of shit."
He's now had full blown AIDS for nearly 20 years, yet seemingly couldn't be at all happier with life.
I won't soon forget his account of how on a recent trip he'd briefly been detained by airport security and questioned about the contents of his colostomy bag. His response: "Well, if you must know, it's full of shit."