Dear Journal:

I received the results to my STD test today. I had to be tested for HPV (Human Papilloma Virus) which is better known as genital warts. I found out that Frank (Beth’s ex-boyfriend) has HPV and because Frank and I had sex before I had to go and get tested. Since I was getting the HPV test conducted, I also had them conduct all the STD tests. Besides the result of the HIV test, all of my results were negative. Those results have to be sent to my doctor’s office via snail mail before we (his office nor I) found out the results. I have nothing to worry about because my other partners had HIV. So yeah, go me!
In other news, Stepho gets her apartment on April 1st and she is super excited as am I. We’re going to have a pre housewarming party, a housewarming party, a good bye housewarming party, and a post housewarming party (kind of like the housewarming parties Anthony and I shall have when he moves into his new place but that information comes next). It will be in a ritzy portion of Farmington Hills which is pretty close and is really nice. I do have a recent picture of Pookie but if you want to see the picture you’ll have to e-mail me a request. She’s progressing wonderfully and she is so determined to be walking as soon as possible. I’m so proud of how far she’s come. If I were in her position, I would’ve died at the hospital by just giving up and not fighting.
Anthony got the job in Atlanta and he will be moving there June 1st. At first I was really, really upset about this because I instantly thought, “Great, this relationship is never going to go any where.” The plan was he was supposed to move to Michigan and work for his uncle…but that didn’t happen. But this is a good thing! First and absolutely foremost, he has a great job opportunity that will allow him upward movement in the company. And he’s only 12 hours away. I can stay whenever I like and he can come up to Michigan sometimes. And he comes out of the closet. I will no longer be just “the friend”.
The one thing that I really want to do is to move to Atlanta too. I would really like to move in with him however I need to find a job there before I could even consider it. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man. When he told me that it was only 12 hours away I said, “Baby, 10 feet is too far away.” And it’s the damn truth…but everything is going to be great. If 10 feet is too far, can you imagine my want to be by his side every second of every day for the rest of our lives?
I am leaving for Chicago on Friday! I am so excited because I’m going to kick it with my girl Amanda! We’re going to Boys Town (fag central) and we’re going to have a blast! And we’re going to party…because I found some wonderful party favors! I’ll be traveling to in a train and back in a plane. No, seriously…the plane was the cheaper way to return. The train ticket for both ways cost more than the ticket to plus the ticket home on the airplane. (This will be the first time I’ve ever been in a jumbo jet.)
I’m so sorry, but I’m getting really, really tired and I think I should be going to bed. I still have stuff to do and I have to go and get my car in the morning…or rather in about 8 hours.
Yeah, my car was put in the shop because Belle Tire fucked up the brakes and it could’ve been a serious problem. My brakes weren’t functioning. I could’ve got into a serious accident which could have resulted in death or serious injury. The best part is they knew that there was a problem.
I had the rear brakes redone and a few days later I returned because my brake light was flashing which meant to check the fluid level. I took it back to them because they should’ve fixed that. I was told that the brake fluid was just low and that it was possible that the fluid was low because of the new brakes. But what he wrote in the record was something a little more different…and even more incriminating. It said that I came in because of the brake fluid light and that they checked it. They refilled the fluid and there was a possible leak in the master cylinder. The master cylinder is responsible for the entire brake system and it is ESSENTIAL. So in a nut shell they sent me back on the roads with a vehicle that was deadly. If I got into an accident, who’s responsible? They are!
When I got there, I was explaining what was happening. The guy said that was possible that the master cylinder was leaking and that there’s no way of visually checking it. He gave me a price quote range of $400 to $500 dollars. I told him to check it out and that we’d go from there. I called my Dad and told him about what the guy said and dad went nuts when he heard this. He got on the guy’s ass over all of this saying that he was tired of having continuous problems and that he doesn’t like getting fucked over. He told the guy how to check to see if there was a leak and they had their little round. Amongst the things the guy said to my dad, he brought up that he’s “been doing this job for 6 years now.” I was like…oooooh! Hard times…not the thing that you want to say to someone that’s been doing this kind of shit for the past 30 years. He demanded a discount and when he got it he told them to fix only the master cylinder. I asked if I should leave my car or take it with me. Of course I told the dude no because it was way too dangerous. It also allows them to start working on taking out the damaged one when the shop opens and putting the new one in that would arrive around 10 AM.
I really hate not having a car. I am used to wanting to do something and I just go and do it…with my car! I used a taxi…because my bike tire was flat. When I got to the gas station I found that they removed the air pump. This just wasn’t a good night for me.
Okay, now it’s really time for me to sign off. My eyes are closing on me. I’ll try and write a little more often. Have sweet and wonderful dreams. I know I will; Anthony is always there. I love you Anthony more than you’ll ever know.

Respectfully,

Mr. Dustin T. McCauley