It's the five minutes leading up to the transition into the new year, and I find myself alone in a gay bar, standing next to wooden bleachers with a vodka cran, and a miniature glass of champagne. I wondered what would happen at midnight.
It's the five minutes leading up to the transition into the new year, and I find myself alone in a gay bar, standing next to wooden bleachers with a vodka cran, and a miniature glass of champagne. I wondered what would happen at midnight.