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AS i read the teen book & see Jack returned to baseball, it makes me fathom what i went through. 10th-12th grade, i got out high school personal life. when Dad sid i couldnt date pretty girls in junk, this teen was clobbered. cheerleading squad & homecoming court were both very close to me. so that notice from Dad turned me to college parties, college women, college drinking, college ID, college clubbing, & the college crowd. i liked them & hated peer f. At a party, a college football player accidentally bumped into me & with 100% utmost respect apologized. he was a freight train. Garrison Hearst was there, covered in countless white chicks. Andre Rison was there too. i think they're both retired. then if i wasn't working i got to see them play on tv. they were UGA's best+roomies. bc of Dad's concept on pretty girls i left high schoolers & took a step up for college girls. it felt like an investment, but you dont need to get too big for your raisin. thats a preachers idiom. i was living a most covetous life on 1 side simultaneously living a most miserable life on the other. i went down the wrong path by hanging with with the rich crowd. i went down the wrong path by hanging with college students as a high schooler. i was a clubber, dancing with college women as a high schooler. all i needed was a magic potion in me-- alcohol. i told AA that. in AA, alcoholic talk about their weakness to alcohol. in my Winder church, a man would ALWAYS sniff, make a face, & accuse me of smoking. my grandparents smoked like fish. aamof, i thought about leaving that church bc of him. but in the boys' room i heard his son telling some boys about his grave, grave, grave, grave, grave alcoholism & how sick he got drunk. that's why i stayed at the church. he had major demons. God wanted me to hear that for that reason.
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