I was a bad kid and even when I finally turned it around, I was still pretty bad. In fact, I’m still fairly bad but I hide it better.
Best of luck to the entries.
]]>My dad would not have allowed anything as adventurous as Linda’s experiences. I think I was “sheltered from the outside world” at the time of my life.
]]>When I was nineteen, I worked as a juvenile justice officer. Got the job with fake ID. One night, I rescued a young girl, who’d gone home to her prostitute mother and called me from the bathroom where she’d locked herself when one of her mother’s johns went after her. Police wouldn’t go to the projects where she was on a weekend night–too dangerous. I got a friend to take me. I didn’t drive, and with the great help of an old man who kept the drunks and druggies off me, I got the girl safely out.
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