The Fatso
by » Lisa Kentala
The truth is I can’t remember his name. This happens to me a lot when I try to remember old boyfriends (or old co-workers, classmates, etc.) I referred to him as The Fatso to my friends at the time I ‘dated’ him. We met at a disco/bar in the late 1970s on Diversey in Chicago. [...]
The truth is I can’t remember his name. This happens to me a lot when I try to remember old boyfriends (or old co-workers, classmates, etc.) I referred to him as The Fatso to my friends at the time I ‘dated’ him. We met at a disco/bar in the late 1970s on Diversey in Chicago. [...]
