The first time I went up there, found a ride from my parents of all people, dropping me off at a strip mall two blocks down, I went in there and was turned away because I didn’t have an id. Xxx Looking back I think it informed my thinking for many different reasons. I mean they were normal to me, a bit new, but normal. Call it teenage stupidity or just plain excitement, but instead of actually involving me, which I probably would have been willing to provide, he started jacking himself. #1 When he came, he came all over my bra, which #2 I didn’t remember to take with me. I remember I was 12 (I remember because I had this stupid key chain that said “happy #12 on it), and I went to a store to buy gum or something.
