(This was a few months on T, not sure exactly how long, but ball park figure of probably 6 months.)
When I was sixteen, my parents split and it was a pretty clean break (as in I haven’t seen or spoken to my father in ten years). Blah blah blah, time passed....
I was working the front counter with one of my coworkers, Don (at an auto parts store), when a man and a woman that had been at the back of the store looking at a few displays at the back of the store came up to the front counter with a couple cans of chemical and a quart of oil and plop them down on Don’s counter. Don worked right next to me, so his customers were a sum total of 3ft away from where I’m standing. I had been trying to find a missing reciept (hoping it wasn’t totally lost), when I realized that none other than my dearest POS father was standing with who I assume to be his girlfriend.
I was totally in shock. At thay point, I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in five years (he’s a special kind of asshole). My own father was standing a little furter than an arms length and had absolutely no bloody clue that his son was standing so close. Or even, for that matter, that he had a son.
Talk about weird shit happening.... So when they say Testosterone changes you, it does. It’s a promise of relief in a needle and knife.