My speeding habit, my devil music, my porn habit ( who wasn't into porn? ), my choice of "looser" friends. My very messy room ( more so my mom then my dad), my laziness. That's enough for now
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My speeding habit, my devil music, my porn habit ( who wasn't into porn? ), my choice of "looser" friends. My very messy room ( more so my mom then my dad), my laziness. That's enough for now
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Good, Bad, I'm they guy with the gun
My dad didn't understand Dylan, at all. Heck, listening to him now, I don't get it either. But, that was a different time. I do know that my dad also bristled when I casually showed him that I knew more than him about a LOT of things. He was, instead of happy, very distressed by this. That about wraps up my dad. He did serve as a bad example, so he wasn't completely worthless. My mother, however, was yar. (Watch "Philadelphia Story").