Outside the 99 cent store yesterday a slightly buzzed man came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, half laughing and half crying sincerely.
"What am I supposed to do with a gay son?!" He asked me, looking genuinly confused.
"What am I supposed to do with a gay son?!" He repeated. I felt sorry for his son already and though a strong supporter of gay rights, I knew there were very few things I could say to this man that would help.
"What am I supposed to do with a gay son?!" I rummaged around my brain for a second until I came up with my answer:
"Well... It's better than having a daughter who is so sexy you want to fuck her."
He laughed at that, nodding his head, "You really said something there, brother! You are damn right about that! Ha!"
As I left I could tell by the way he was shaking his head that I had helped him... at least a little.
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