I had no idea what that really meant but I passed this little bar on my way to my paper route every day and it seemed to be a good idea. The guys wore sharp clothes, listened to cool jazz, and drove great cars. They would wave as I passed by but never tried to hustle me.
Later on, when I realized what gay really meant I wasn't horrified, I just decided that I liked girls, the Beach Boys, and motorcycles more than boys, Miles Davis, and Cadillac De Villes.
Later, I would come to appreciate Miles Davis, Ornette Coleman, and the rest.
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