Just did some Facebook sleuthing, and it appears that Leo — a kid from my senior year of high school who harassed me mercilessly about being gay, and even tried to start a fight with me over it right in the school hallways and then tried to drag me to the Assistant Principal’s office — has a gay son.
Oh, the irony.
I saw a picture of the son holding both hands with another guy, and it appeared — and the comments on the photo backed me up on this — that their wedding had just taken place.
I wonder how Daddy feels about all this — a full 38 years later?
I know I shouldn’t gloat… but I just can’t help but feel the poetic justice.