My First Year With My “Friend” Herpes Or How I Was Re-Born A Modern-Day Leper

It was 1990, I was 24 years old and I didn’t think my life could get any worse. I had just finished college and my financial situation was worse than dire. The country was in the midst of an economic depression. A long dismal winter had just given up the ghost and to top it […]

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