I’ll take a break from describing the conditions of my time in [REDACTED], Tennessee to talk about the reason why I always get a little nervous about being “too” happy. Right before I got arrested in the summer of 200X, I was on top of the world. I loved life, I loved what I was …

Soon after Mom died, me, Dad and Brother moved from our house in [REDACTED], Tennessee to a much larger house in [REDACTED], Tennessee. It was pretty sizable, with three bedrooms, an upstairs floor that was separated into two big rooms, and a cavernous cellar with a menacing looking fuel-oil furnace that looked like some kind …

As long as I’ve known my Uncle on my Father’s side, which is to say, as long as I’ve been alive, he has been a preacher. My Family attended his Church for the majority of my childhood. I wrote about this subject to some degree in my entry on religion, but I thought I might …

My childhood is thick with religion, and a quite… unusual… variety of it, too. From what I have been able to piece together by overhearing the previous generation of my Family discuss it, as well as suppositions on my part, it began in the 70’s. My Dad was drafted to go to Vietnam, and he …

I had a favorite teacher in high school, too: his name was Jeremiah “Mad Dog” Millsap. He always hated the name “Mad Dog,” a pseudonym given him by Al DeLarge during his own high school days. He demanded that everyone call him by the much more formal “Brother Millsap.” I don’t know why every adult …

When I went to high school at Saint Adademy, definitely the most-hated faculty member there was Stark. He was a classic “Type A” personality: aggressive, confrontational, controlling. On the upside, he had a scintillating wit and stellar organizational skills, so the school actually prospered when he took over one of its classes. He was a …