Everyone talking about Queers today.

When I lived on Washington Square in the old fort part of Savannah, it was the home of very large old homes, our house did not have any paint on it, ours were not the only ones. Around 1960, several queers moved into our neighbor, all of the kids knew nothing about them, they started buying and restoring those old homes and the next thing you know, they are everywhere. I worked for one for 15 years off and on, he was a very good man, even if he was gay. He sent me to Willamsburgs to a school that taught me how to restore furniture and do 24 K gold leaf. He was the star in the movie, that Rob, was talking about today. Three of us kids worked for Jims shop for years. He came to Savannah broke, and died a multi millioniare. He made his money in Savannah and had customers all over the world. I met Jackie Kennedt, J. Paul Getty, some of the Rockafellows and many more. His house was like a shrine, everything was 17th and 18th century things and American paintings going to bed. He also have the biggest collection of Easter eggs in America, he also collected almost anything old and exspenive. The funny thing about Jim, every year he would have a queer party, on St. Patricks eve, every queer in Savannah and movie start within 500 miles came. Most of them dressed up like women and he gave out awards for the best one, he called them the Sarah awards. I never went to a party at Jims, but we use to sit outside and watch all of them going in, some of them looked good, but probaly had a bigger dick than me. We always asked Jim the next day about the awards, he told us everything, funny as hell. One queer in Savannah was Princess Pineapple, he was 7 foot tall and must have been from Cuba. There were three queer bars in Savannah back in the 60's, if you wanted to have a good laugh, just go to one of them. When I grew up and was in high school, most queers use to cruise Bull Street, if we were broke, we would get three boys in a car and put one boy out on the street, when the queer came riding up and ask one of us, you want a ride, hell yes. We would then ask him to take us to Causten Bluff, where the other three boys would already be, we use to roll those fuckers and take there money and car. You night when we did this little trick, the queer got one of my friends cornered in his 59 Lincoln and said, okay young man, its time for me to suck your dick, at that time we all showed up and started to kick his ass, the queer beat the shit out of all four of us and as he was leaving, he said, I love fighting better than sucking dicks. He tore our asses up, we found out later in the week, his name was Carl Hurt, big bad football player, that we on and played Pro football in the NFL. I met a lot of them while working for Jim.