Sexually Harassed at 15 Years Old

I got my very first job at McDonald’s when I was 15. I liked it.  I liked the striped shirt, the red tie, the matching trucker hat and the grey slacks.  Many girls worked there, too, which I also liked. 

WHO DISTURBS POSEIDON?!

I love swimming.  I love the feel of gliding through the water.  I love reaching my hand as far as I can for the most distance.  I have a strong kick and an even stronger paddle.  I focus on the

My Adventures In A Stolen Car

“Let’s go, Chris!” “I’m coming!” I shouted in a whisper. It was the summer of 1992.  I was a teenager.  My best friend, Johnny, had been stealing his step-dad’s shiny new Lincoln Continental every weekend and picking me up at

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