I hate many things. I hate the cafeteria food they served at my old school. I hate my brother, Blowing Gale, for teasing me about being the only one in my family not with a brightly colored hair and skin. I hate the stupid bell that Star Bucks put up that rang when opened the door.

But most of all, I hate homophobes.

So when your family disowns you and legally changes your name because you risked everything to tell them, you learn who you need to hate.

So when I try drinking for the first time to let off some steam, things do not turn out as suspected.