Meeting

I used to skip school and head into New Haven to hang out. I was in high school with nothing to do, to much time and a lot of curiosity about my world. One on my hang outs was place called The Crown Theater. Yeah it was one of "those" theaters, the one's with the big XXX on the marquis. I was 17, 6ft2, 200 pounds, hair down to my butt and a porn star stache. Lots of testosterone and attitude, covering a complete bewilderment at the world. I came from a seriously broken home, we'll get to that later. I had been going there since I was 15 and got left alone..I growled well in those days. Pissed if no one came onto me but equally pissed/confused if they did. I was sitting there watching a movie when someone put his leg against the back of my seat, got my hair caught and tugged on in. I pulled it loose and went back to my movie. A few minutes later it happened again. Looking behind me I muttered something and pulled my hair loose again. It happened again.
I got up, went to take a leak and moved to a different seat. A few minutes later it happened again. Pissed I got up, turned around and said something to the affect of stop being an asshole or we can take this outside. His reply was "We can do that, but I would much rather go for a ride on my bike, smoke a joint and talk"
We did that. Ans I saw him every single day of my life after that for the next 7 years. I was 17, he was 24. They went by so quickly.