My older brother was overseas in the army and I had his driver’s license and I looked enough like him for it to pass inspection. I’d always had ‘urges’ to have sex with a man but was always scared of trying. When I was eighteen years old, I heard a rumor that Rainbow Lounge a bar on the other side of Fort Worth was a gay bar. He was about thirtyish, about five foot ten, around one hundred and sixty pounds, with wavy dirty blonde hair and 'Magnum PI' mustache. After a little while, an older guy sat down beside me and started chatting with me. As I sipped my beer I kinda watched everyone. I guess I looked old enough because I didn't get carded so I didn’t have to show him my brother’s driver’s license. It was slow for a Friday evening, maybe about seven people plus the bartender.
