An odd memory from my youth.

I worked at Lewis & Clark Theater for a year during high school. It doesn’t exist anymore, done in by modern progress.

Many of my co-workers went to Tyee, my alma mater, but close to an equal number went to Glacier, the neighboring high school.  Technically speaking, Lewis & Clark was in the South Central School District, but I don’t remember any co-workers going to Foster High.

I remember being in the break room with a co-worker. He was a year younger than me and a star running back for the Glacier Grizzlies football team.  He told me about how he and some friends went gay bashing in downtown Seattle the night (or weekend) before. My memory is fuzzy. I can’t tell you his name.

He told me in a way that almost apologetic. I don’t think he was boasting and bragging. I think in a way he was looking to me for support. But, of course, I took the chicken shit way out, and left without comment. He may have been opening up to me, or I may have been laid out unconscious in the parking lot that night. I’m not sure. I hope he found peace.