Our Parents Were A Test

People Always Remember The Worst Day Of Their Lifes. It Becomes A Part Of Them Forever.

Am I Tough? Am I Strong? Am I Hard-core? Absolutely. Did I Whimper With Pathetic Delight When I Sank My Teeth Into My Hot Fried-chicken Sandwich? You Betcha.

Do We Have Any Chlorine? It Seems To Be Kind Of Explosive When Mixed With Other Stuff." "like What, Your Socks? No, We Don't Have Chlorine. No Swimming Pool.

Why Was The Blind Guy Playing With Matches, You Ask? Because He's Good At It. Anything To Do With Fire, Igniting Things, Exploding Things, Things With Fuses, Wicks, Accelerants . . . Iggy's Your Man. It's One Of Those Good/bad Things.

What I'm Really Addicted To Is Getting People To Understand That If Their Kids Aren't Competent Readers Coming Out Of Middle School, It's Really Going To Be Hard For Them In High School.