I was six, going on seven, when my brother, Nelson, came home on leave for Thanksgiving in 1943. World War II was in full swing. He was a Lieutenant Junior Grade in the U. S. Navy and a designated Naval Aviator. … I wanted to be just like him.
Peanut hands me three white pills. She says it will help. She says better than nothing. … she says this is my needle, don’t set yours down, I got AIDS.