There
are no new stories. There is just the point A to point B. Boy meets girl or boy
meets boy or girl meets girl, love really is just love. Stumbling across the
same story over and over again is a natural consequence of reading far too many
books. So if you’ve heard the one about the two best friends, one straight and one
gay that wake up married in Vegas after a drunken night neither one remembers –
don’t be surprised to hear it again.
Walker
Frost is telling that story featuring two baseball phenoms, Charlie and Beck.
The morning after with a pounding headache and decked out in a cheap tux and
then Charlie started laughing his a— off, from that moment I knew this was
different. Same old story – maybe –
but this is how it’s done.
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