Part 8: Building Character
Did I ever tell you about the time that I didn’t shit for an entire week?
Well it’s true. I didn’t. And I didn’t do it out of protest. I did it for peace of mind.
Let me explain.
My parents called me into the living room one evening. They had a piece of paper from school in [...]
Part 7: What are the odds?
There was a time when I was on track towards growing up to be a man of character, integrity and dignity.
Then puberty hit.
2 million years of hormonal evolution started coursing through my veins, forcing me head first into a testosterone fueled tournament of one-upmanship with every other male in my school to spread my seed [...]
Part 6: Lasting Impressions
It was the early 70s and my father and his friends used to openly smoke marijuana around me so often that I actually thought I had learned how to roll up a joint just by watching them.
I said in chapter one, in the first paragraph I believe, that my parents were young, and if you’d [...]
Part 5: Jimmy the Terrible
It was 1975 and my father owned a red Volkswagen Beetle. We would travel back and forth from Ann Arbor to Detroit nearly every weekend where it seemed that my parents were pawning me off on my grandmother Margaret.
The seats were all black, and if my memory serves me correctly, were 100% plastic. So on [...]
