I am just sitting here on this lovely, soft, clement Los Angeles evening, drinking my soy latte, meandering down a random, delightful Facebook path through the pages of all my treasured old Fresno comrades, when suddenly I randomly come upon the page of THE GROWN CHILD of one particular boy with whom I used to be…let’s just say…”quite wicked”, to put it mildly. I gotta tell you, it makes me shake my head and belly chuckle to imagine what she would think if this lovely young woman — who, by the way, has several STRAIGHT-UP BIBLE QUOTES ON HER FB INFO PAGE — knew even a single CAMEL THROUGH THE EYE OF A GODDAMNED NEEDLE about what her now sweet, decent, respectable old dad used to be up to back in the day.
LORD HAVE MERCY.
I am talking about Underage Drinking. Drugs. Larceny. Vandalism. Petty Theft. Trespassing. The Destruction of Crops. The utter DECIMATION of The Mann Act. Human Sacrifice. Dogs and Cats, living together. MASS HYSTERIA.
What I am really talking about here, my friends…are RUTHLESS. TEENAGE. FUCKPIGS.
Man. I’ve had SOME life — but every second of it has been lived DELIBERATELY, even the hard, shitty stuff — and I wouldn’t have it ANY OTHER WAY.
“I’ve seen it all in a small town. Had myself a ball in a small town…and that’s probably where they’ll bury me.”