Brian, I think my mom and your parents came from a similar gene pool. I went to ... counting here... just high schools.. 6 different schools.
When I was "bad" or my mom was tired of being a mom, I was sent to live with family or worse, my grandmother. I never kept too much "stuff"... I learned to make all my things fit in a trunk, including clothes.
I grew up in the same era as you... and I remember wondering what the big deal was with playboy magazines that I found my uncles hoarding. I sneaked peeks... but my interest was in the articles lol! (Although I will admit wishing I looked like the girls in the pics!)
Thankfully, unlike you, I was raised in a christian family but it was not forced upon you. My choice to go or not.
I think the hardest thing for me was making friends. I was never in one place long enough to create life bonds, and that still is a problem with me to this day.
Love reading your stories, as I can relate at times. Read ya soon!
Brian,
I'd apologize for not lying, but look at it this way: because I ratted you out, you got to see Star Wars twice!
All I have to say is....Damn JIM!! I guess I was the lucky one....my mom was pretty open about sex....but then again, I did have to watch her lean over in the car and kiss her lover (also female) at every fricken stop-light....in a very small, backwards town called "Painesville" -- yes the name fits!
I've spent WAY too much friggin' time in Painesville. I know how you must have felt.
"Painsville" is going to be the name of my autobiography, kids.
*pre-orders a copy*
heh I remember the talk... it was while we were driving home in my mom's 54 buick... I was 16
She leaned over and said quietly "I need to ask you a question"
"Ok Mom, ask away."
Have you ummmm ever ummmmm been intimate with a guy?
"No Mom, why?"
In a rush she says "If you ever do promise me you will go on the pill"
I nearly choked on whatever I was drinking and said clearly trying not to laugh "ok Mom"
That was it. Never heard another word 
Yeah, well Jim isn't the only one you tried to corrupt. My mom didn't bother with the prayers. She just put me on a plane and sent me 3,000 miles away to a religous boarding school for two sememsters.
janie baby, that was later, and anyway i didn't corrupt you -- i just gave you what you wanted, you little virgin jailbait slut. deny it, lolita?
You have a point there. Can't really deny it. And to be fair... it was a lot of fun. But when did I ever get in trouble that I didn't have a good time getting there?
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