Nuts. I Have to Clean My Room.
Flashback. 1989. Philadelphia, PA. I am 13. And in 8th grade. My room looks like a "bomb went off". Upstairs in the hall: My mom is telling me I better clean my room before my father throws a snap. (What's a snap? Not quite sure. I tried very hard not to let my...
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God, I love kids. It's fun to be a neighborhood chock full of 'em! We've been told there are about 24 kids second grade and under on our block and the next one over. Should be a ton of fun once the weather gets nice. Ok, back to the story at hand. Doorbell. Praying...