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A little pause...

and we are back.

Would you like to say grace?

Fuck.

Hi, I'm Max.

And although you can probably already tell, I have a thing for guys in leather.

Now, for anyone who thinks I'm weird or freak, just remember

that this stuff doesn't fall out of the fucking sky.

It had to start from somewhere.

I mean, I was a pretty normal kid.

My parents never really worried about me.

I mean, I never gave them a reason to.

I love sports.

I was good shot with a BB gun.

I made terrible lemonade that nobody bought.

The only thing they didn't understand was the collecting.

Watches, wallets, belts, journals, anything I could get my hands on.

My dad ended up getting a nylon wallet because I kept taking his.

I think they knew something was different when I couldn't focus on baseball anymore.

And in Midwest suburban fashion, people started to talk.

I was taken out of baseball the next day.

When I started high school, the only guys I ever had crushes

on were the ones in leather jackets you would see on TV.

And there was a lot of them.

The only one I've ever told about this is my best friend, Amy.

She's also coincidentally the first person I told that was gay.

I think I might be gay.

She took it well.

Amy!

Stop!

Stop moving!

Stop!

Amy!

I've always admired Amy.

She seems to have no problem being totally open about what she likes.

Which is probably why we get along so well.

She doesn't think I'm weird or abnormal any more than anyone else does anyway.

She says we all have this moment that sticks with us.

We're just out of the curve.

I love you.

Is it a sin to find the key to paradise and let my heart walk in?

Tell me.

Can it be wrong to need you?

I think this thing is haunted.

What makes you say that?

It is straight up looking at me right now.

Lawrence, how much for the shirt?

Five dollars.

What do you think, Amy?

No.

It's an old man shirt.

No offense.

I've got hemorrhoids older than you, Amy.

No offense.

Well, you also have haunted dolls, though.

Yeah, well, I was into this Chucky phase, you

know, a while back, but now it's the Barbies.

Really, actually, the Kens.

You know, that and Marie and Ken is, uh...

Holy shit.

This is a vintage Perfecto-style motorcycle jacket.

Originally created as the first modern leather

motorcycle jacket, it was an instant classic.

And it's all thanks to this guy.

Irving Schott.

The zipper cuts diagonally across the body to prevent airflow.

Three pockets place on the front, along with a studded coin purse.

A belt meant to be pulled tightly, settled around the waist.

Two epaulettes on the shoulders, traditionally made

to be a placeholder for military badges and ranks.

All culminating in one bad-ass jacket.

That's, uh, not supposed to be out here, actually.

This is yours?

It was my husband's.

I didn't know you were married.

To a man?

At all.

Oh, actually.

No one does.

He, uh...

He's no longer with us, actually.

This is Jim.

And that was his baby.

Got it on a trip to New York.

Said he'd never felt anything like it.

Yeah, they are pretty incredible.

Hey, uh...

I've got a mirror in the garage.

What do you say we put it on and see how it fits?

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Amy.

Sorry.

I gotta say...

It feels nice being a freak.

What's a girl to do When she falls in love With a boy like you Who's bound to break

Her poor heart Into Fallen blue I'm so in love with you Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh,

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Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh A little pause.

.. and we are back.