I love these stories.
There was a time, when I was in Junior High or early in High School, that I, somehow, found myself at my cousin’s, The Robbie, house.
At this point, I feel that I need to clarify some things. When I say that, “I was in Junior High,” that simply means that I really have no idea when the following events actually took place. I never kept a diary or a journal, as I never thought my day to day existence needed documenting. The first page of my diary would read, “I woke up. I ate something that required a lot of milk. I went to school where teachers tried to teach me things, and I tried to resist their efforts. I went home, and in lieu of doing homework, I played outside with the dog until I was filthy. I ate some more food. Went to bed.” The second entry…
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