Personal Narrative: Aids

I have to say Aids is the worst and horrific killers I have witnessed in life. Ron came to stay with me in his last year of life. I watched him suffer, cry and fear death, regretful and unknowingly spread this deadly disease to several married men. Staying up until two and three even four in the morning, while he told me of his experiences in life and as a child and growing up and what happen to Keith. The molestation, how and where it took place and who did it. The reason he disappeared for ten years of his life, living off the streets, eating out of trash cans. Heavy dark secrets that haunted him; frighten to reveal and take action against these people who tormented his mind. The stories Ron confessed are extraordinary, maddening and reprehensible.
This one particular story happened when he was chosen and picked up by the driver of the limousine that paid regular visits to the club where he and others prostituted. This customer that indulged in sexual activities with these young men was never seen or known by name. This high profile individual sent his driver to pick up young male prostitutes. One of the young men that was picked up a couple nights before never returned to the club, arousing little attention. Chosen at random was my brother, everyone knew this mystery person paid well, my brother accepted and went for a ride. Driven to the better part of the city into a lavish estate.