All right well Michael of Braninspank.org, has his time and date mechanism skewed, so that if I tell the story he will then possibly have copyright privelagdes to it.
The story is about how myself and two fellow teenagers, 1st hit New York city via greyhound bus, then traveled down to Florida. One was an older kid, Rick Robinson who was being abused by his step dad. Just before we left for our sojourn Rick had run away, to escape the horrilbe violent assaults from this man whom, was thought to be his father.

Immediately upon meeting Rick when I was in 6th grade, I had an attraction to him. A sort of luv bond. Somehow there was an innate understanding. For a few weeks just after the Robinson’s moved to our town I was a girlfriend to his brother Terry that was my age. These two brothers were total opposite, I was looking for the same feelings I felt for Rick to develop between Terry and myself. I was intimidated by Rick, because he was a year older than me. But, then he goes missing, there was no big deal made of it. Except I felt very empty and alone, as I searched for him. Fortunately a few friends and I, find him living in a closed YmCA summer camp, cottage facility on the Stoney Creek.
I’ll try to tell the story of we the “Three Muskateers”, on my blog at myspace.