Party Rock Anthem
Monday, April 23, 2012
My Parents?
I bet my bottom dollar that my dad was a rebel. I could almost imagine him to be almost exactly like my brother Westin. Not the brightest bulb in the box, but also not the dimmest. Probably a rebel without a cause, he could have been a crazy dude who would always be partying around town. My mom would be the complete opposite. She was brought up in a household ran by a no-nonsense female dictator. She was a fair athlete, with only her speed going for her. She watched TV for an hour a day and was always in bed by nine o' clock.
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