Grace
I met Grace at a 4th of July party six years ago. We had only been in Baltimore for a few weeks and I didn’t know anyone. I was thrilled to meet her because I feel incomplete if I don’t have a trannie friend and there she was, just waiting for me to befriend her. Unfortunately she hated me! When she walked onto the patio that day carrying a big bowl of fruit salad and dressed to the nines in a patriotic red, white and blue pantsuit covered in stars and stripes, I said something that rubbed her the wrong way.
Grace w/ Luke at the Drinkery.
It was something on the lines of “Hello Miss Liberty’s here!” All I got in return was a glare from hell. I tried my hardest to be friendly, but everything came out wrong and she just wanted to strangle me. This went on for years…an entire year would go by before I’d see her again and all she had for me was an “Oh no!”, like I had escaped from a leper colony. But NOW…suddenly we’re friends!
Grace is a Highlandtown Hon, a classic Baltimore personality and mother figure.
