Chapter Two
On Jefferson Street, past the town square, Parkview School served several grade schools and was a short bus ride, or a simple walk down Main Street from my house. It was old and needed repair. My mother and her mother, my sister, had gone there, and my father dropped out of Parkview. And while I attended there, I thought about s*x all the time. I thought about it in math class and during English class, at study hall, and at baseball practice. I played shortstop and couldn’t hit a lick. s****l fantasies joined me in bed at night. With my fingers in my pants pocket, clasp around my teacher’s gift, I thought about making love. If you believe teenagers don’t crave s*x, you’re naïve.
Throughout high school, my smile got me dates to birthday parties and dances, but the dates to mov
