I'm in lock up..
My mother was always into those show off kind of guys. Not fancy, broke, but full of themselves. Guys who were "country" but couldn't tell a steer from a heifer. Ones that bought a truck, but couldnt change the oil. Mom married Larry, my step dad in 1992. Dad had left me at the courthouse (one of two times he would do this before I turned 18). Larry was one of three step dad's I would wind up with. 4 if you count the jackass she was with when she died. Jimmy. Larry was a "ruh-roh" kind of guy. A boot scoot and boogie man. Mean as hell with me. Hated the mention of my dad and beat the hell out of me for waking him up from his after work nap. There's a later story I will tell, that he leads wholly. But for now, Id like to reflect on his influence in me as my first role model in "talking to girls". He did this sort of a shaky walk, bow legged slow, one long stride in front of the other when he was walking toward my mom in a good mood. So it w...