caragh:

When my Mom was 18, she got herself a biker boyfriend who was part of a biker gang. She moved in with this 20-something shortly after meeting his leather jacket and spent one night sleeping in a field under the stars… Because he had drunkenly crashed his bike and they were both knocked unconscious. One morning, just as soon as she had moved in with him, she woke up and left without even leaving a note.

My only response to this story was, “I can’t believe you’re still claiming to have never smoked pot.”

But inside I can’t help and realize that everyonnneee lives a more exciting life than me. Where the fuck is my alcoholic biker boyfriend?

There is so much my daughter doesn’t know about me and my youth… and after last night I’m sure as shit not telling her.