He was my dearest friend amongst our theater crowd. He was the one to tell me the boy I adored spoke disparagingly of me, so that I might learn to be more careful in my affections. He crazy-danced with me because it felt good, it was fun, and who cared what people thought. My mom adored him and apparently she also knew I was "safe" with him because I fell asleep on our couch with him more than once when he stayed over
AIDS was new then. Taking lives before some knew there was danger.
Such a one was Stevie.