![]() ![]() Nor that he’d be a kindred spirit who knew exactly what it felt like when someone ridiculed your musical aspirations. I never thought he’d be a safe place for me to explore my darkest sexual fantasies. And after Walter betrayed me for the last time, it was time for me to break up with him and be with Franz for good. He was so not my type, but the more I got to know him, the more I knew he was the right guy for me. That was the day I met Franz : a tall, handsome 23-year-old ex-jock from Germany. I used to worry that college would come between us, but I never thought it would happen on move-in day. But even an engagement ring couldn’t save us after what he did to me that one afternoon. ![]() He was the only person who knew why I stopped singing and playing guitar after what happened to me when I was 16. I loved the Gun Club more than I loved Walter, my high school sweetheart. I was barely legal and far from innocent. It was 1995 in the Southern California wasteland. ![]()
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