Carl, here's how you tell a gay bar story to a group of fags -
Well, it was my 21st birthday and I wanted to go out drinking but all my friends weren't 21 yet. I had two friends that were 21 but they were gay. They said they would take me out to a bar and I just knew it was going to be a gay bar so I said I didn't feel comfortable. They said not to worry, so I trusted them and we went in. I sat down at the bar and the bartender came over and asked if I wanted a drink. Now, I'm not gay but even I could tell how attractive he was. He was wearing tight jeans and no shirt and was a little wet from working around liquor all night, so his muscles were really shining. I sat there for a few minutes just sipping on my drink when I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I was really nervous because there were really attractive half naked men all over the place and I had to swim my way through sweat and testosterone to get there....
Okay, that's how you start a gay story. Just so you know in the future.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."