the memories are fuzzy. I was a child. I was walking to the library. I wanted to walk inside, but then my body went some other direction. It felt like minutes of my mind screaming and body simply did not want to listen. I threw up and my mind and body were in sync. That was the first time I was ever drunk. I never want to feel like that ever again.
I was about 13. Around that time I was stealing smokes and jack from my moms room when she would take off to work. One day that summer though along with a half bottle of jack I found a 10-inch rubber cock under her bed. By that time I knew what the fuck it was but I was too young to buy one myself. So I take a few shots, washed that fucker off with soap and hot water and went to town on it. I lived 10 miles into the country so it's not like I had anything else to do that summer.
When I was a kid, I saw Mona Lisa from my grammar school art book….The first time I saw her, with her hands on her knee…how do I say this…I had a boner.
My first time was in an outhouse outside Lynchburg, Virginia.
It wasn't cramped after I kicked the goat out.
I don't think it's weird to have sex with my mom, looks don't meant that much to me in a woman.
Well, we were drunk off our God-fearing asses on Campari, ginger ale, and soda---that's called Fire and Brimstone--at the time. And mom looked better than a Baptist whore with a 100$ donation.
The Campari was great, but Mom passed out before I could come lots of times. But not in the outhouse. Between Mom and the shit, the flies were too much to bear.
I always get sloshed before I go out to the pulpit. You don't think I could lay down all that bullshit sober, do you?