The Kept Woman wanted to see pictures from our bad-ass days. Here's me in a German youth hostel when I was 16 drinking what may or may not be an alcoholic beverage. So I became a lush at a young age. It's legal there...they have beer in vending machines! Of course my German teacher didn't allow it...but she wasn't always around.
Ok so I wasn't a lush...then. I was a choir girl in Christian school. My way of freaking out my parents was hanging big posters of Robert Smith on the wall and dressing in flannels, t-shirts, and black Mary Jane Doc Martins. Of course I dressed like a little prepster in school because the dress code didn't allow untucked flannels, t-shirts, or holey jeans. I never cut school and never smoked a single cigarette in my life. I only snuck sips of wine from my friend's parents. Of course that changed as soon as I started at Penn State. Hey, it's a top-rated party school for a reason! But there is zero photographic evidence of my underage drinking. Not even any evidence of me smoking the occasional cigar, a trick I learned from the guys in my high school senior class when we climbed onto the roof of the school one night to hang out. If there's no evidence, maybe it never happened....
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