Malik Ward

I wish I could say that I met a guy who swept me off my feet with good old-fashioned romantic gestures; but I can’t.

I hadn’t met any guys. I hadn’t met any guys for a long time. I expected that there would be a lull after picking up stakes and move to a new city. But two years?

Two years with no male to male contact turned me into a thirst bucket. Correction. A reckless thirst bucket.

I almost became a casualty of this lifestyle. That’s where this story begins. It beings right where the drama of reckless behavior nearly derailed my entire life.