Scarred For Life #1: Screw In The Bloody Keds
One of my cousins recently commented on a couple of my older journal entries and reminded me of a night that left me scarred for life. It was December 5th, 1986, and it was raining off and on. I had plans to go to the bowling alley with my friends, and Meredith and I decided to walk from her house to Rochelle’s before leaving. It was dark, but it was only a short way up Bullock Street. We didn’t even…