The depression years were tough on many.The depression years were tough on many. I felt myself lucky that I had received a "fair" inheritance and was not suffering financially as was much of the population. While I had money, I was suffering in another way. I'm gay. I had to leave New York because of so much taunting, teasing and persecution. My dad hated my guts and I had a younger brother that scorned me. I had few friends. I felt guilty and unwanted. I just had to get away from the ignorance of others who were making my life miserable. One day, I drew all of my inheritance money out of the bank, packed a couple of suitcases, tossed them into my car, and started driving. I headed west, having no idea where I would end up. While driving, I imagined an uninhabited south seas island would be the only place where I would find peace. |