We all want to write books, and always have, even before we knew what words were. Even if we have never read a book ourselves. NOT A WRITING GUIDE.

In 1985, a mysterious illness had been sweeping through the gay community. That same year, my friend Wesley woke up with a sore neck. He went to the mirror and found the lymph nodes in his neck were swollen to the size of golf balls. This started the beginning of a fight for life that has lasted twenty-seven years and still continues.