the letter part 2

The Letter. I poured all my feeling out into a letter! OH MY GOD! I was so dramatic; I told John how his presence made my existence worth wild. How lonely I was on nights when he was not at the bar. How I would camp out at a gym if that meant he would love me. I ended it with, “Even if the whole world looked down on you in shame, I would always look up to you with respect because you will always be my Johnny Angel!” I was such a poet back then. The letter came so easy to write I just spilled out all the emotions and feelings that I had bottled up for him. It was getting near Thanksgiving and Hank had given me a job in the coatroom. It was $35.00 a night and he got to keep the tips. He told me the reason I did not get to keep the tips was because the bar needed the tip money to light the parking lot lights- sounded right to me. I got free drinks, admission, and $35.00, plus I was becoming a bar star. The problem with the job was working close to Little Sal! I have written about him, but when I first met him he rubbed me the wrong way! Mr. Macho all the way. He had the “I’m too straight to talk to you” attitude. Whenever my friends would come to chat at the coatroom doorway with me he would chase them away. “No Queenie talk! Go away.” And they would run from him. He was this little muscle peanut, but they feared him. I went one-on-one with him. I was NOT attracted to him! When I wrote the letter to John he warned me not to give it to him. He had known John and told me John was into men not drag queens. I informed him I was not a drag queen but a performer. “Do you wear dresses?” “Yes” “Then you’re a drag queen. End of story.”
Even as I write about him now I get that “wanna punch him in the face” feeling, he was so memorable. Till Tomorrow be kind