I'm old, okay. I look about 32, I act about 9, and I am chronologically 38 years old. Between Mary and myself I would say we are about 156 years old in experience.
Now when I was a teenager I was what you would call "out of control". I drank excessively, I did and sold illegal drugs, I stole cars, and I broke into places and stole things that didn't belong to me. I was "troubled".
I was on my own at 16 years old, which sounds impressive, but Mary was emancipated and Married by that age. She was on her own at 13. I think she wins that one.
So this morning when I woke and realized that Mary Belle and Erin had three boys in their room and that all of them were still drunk from the beer they stole from 7/11 earlier that morning I wasn't too happy.
Now I'm wondering what to do? As I am sure my parents wondered what to do with me.
If nothing else this makes my depression seem a little inconsequential. That is going better by the way. Thanks everybody who wrote to me. I appreciate it.
Posted by shawn at February 20, 2003 09:08 AM