A few months ago, I wrote a post called Butt Rock Friday in which I called someone from my teenaged past a scumbag. I just received an email from his sister telling me that I should think about what I write before posting and her brother was not a scumbag. My bad.
In truth, he wasn't. He was just a gorgeous seventeen year old male doing what gorgeous seventeen year old males are wont to do.
Alfalfa was a weird place to grow up. I've actually thought many times about writing a memoir called "Surviving Alfalfa", but am afraid of getting sued if I wrote about the inhabitants of that wonderful, backward community.
When I remember Alfalfa, it's with both a pang of longing and a shudder of revulsion. But isn't that the normal way to remember the place where you came of age?
I didn't fit in, but Lordy, did I try. And we had some major fun, as well. We snuck out a lot, drank a lot, and got into trouble, but what else was there to do? The stories I could tell... but I won't!
Anyway, my apologies to the nonscumbag and his family!
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2 comments:
Massive eye rolling.
More eyerolling....
Kudos though on the great blog title -- butt rock Friday....
And congrats on the new job. I tried calling you, but your cell number must have changed.
Sisters aren't always the best judge of their brother's character, but it was nice that you apologized (and apparently deleted the post). It is more than I might have done for some....
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