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Jacki and the Boy Stoppers (Intro)

Introduction
I know that I’m not your average boy who wonders this world. Several times I have been called “the closet thing to a girl in a boy’s body, except that I like girls.” The first time I heard that, it took me aback, but within a matter of seconds I thought, yeah probably.
My clothes are chosen so they compliment my physical contour, and are almost a perfect fit. Shirts and pants aren’t too long, and it’s rare when I wear something baggy. Even then, I never sag my jeans. Hopefully that’s a good thing, because from the several girls I have spoken to about the subject, saggy pants aren’t desired by women as much as it is by boys.
Tall brown walking boots cover my feet when I undertake one of the long walks which take me from home to school, work, or to parties. A silver watch is wrapped around my right wrist when I am out in public so that I can account for the time, and shades cover my eyes for as long as I can get away with it. They prevent me from noticing how many looks I receive once I walk out the front door belonging to my parents’ middle class home. Looks may or may not be favorable towards me, but I don’t want to see either one. My thick, shiny, dark brown hair could use a trim but it won’t be shaven like last time, I didn’t really care for that look. Next time I’ll go for more of the look the guy on Smallville has.
So whatever image of my appearance you have in your head is one that brings far too much questioning to my sexual orientation just because I am a guy at the age of 21. No matter, I don’t know too many guys which put up such a fuss about my appearance. Then the girls I know; don’t mention anything about it, either because they think it looks nice or they simply don’t care. That’s the way its been for the three years since high school; me avoiding guys because I know that it will end in a fight, and me running around with girls my age or older, hitting the town whenever we can.
But enough about how I am now; this story is about how I got to be with just enough cash to pay for tuition at a state college, me wishing I knew where a long last girl friend was while wishing never to see the other female acquaintance of mine, and how much I want Senator John Edwards to become the next president of the United States. The events leading up to this present state are that of re-accounted memories from my guitar slinging teenager days while I struggled to make it through my last year of high school. I had so much passion and fury that in the end they would effect my path of trying my best to discover my identity and realizing what I have to offer the world. My name is Jack Mueller; and what came to me in days past, is what turned me into the boy who walks the world today.