Bad Bad Boi

Thinking back, just before I hit my teen years, I might have taken things from my Dad’s store without permission. Trust me, I know it’s bad, I fucking stole from my Dad’s store!

It started out with Pay Day candy bars, then I moved on pretty quickly to cigarettes, playboys and baby aspirin. The baby aspirin seemed kind of cool and druggy to me, not to mention tasty. Didn’t everyone growing up in the 70’s or 80’s love the taste of baby aspirin?

My brother and I used to take the bottles of St. Joseph’s to junior high and give them out in study hall to a few friends – not the Playboy and Penthouse rags though. No, I took those out in the woods near our house with a hammer and nails and tacked them up near our tree forts.

I remember looking at those magazines and it was the first time I saw women’s bodies all naked and stretch out like that. I looked at them and never related to them and their body parts as if they were the same as mine. Studying them, I thought they were the other to me, the opposite of me and well, I liked it.

That’s one of the first times that I knew I was a boi, albeit a dirty, thieving boi, but a boi, nonetheless.