As I have said before, I grew up in a very strict, old-fashioned, European household. My father believed in “spare the rod, spoil the child.” I don’t feel my father was all that abusive, although there are people who would disagree with me. To me, one of the problems we have now is that our children and grand-children, are not really taught much self-discipline. I’m not sure the rod is the right way to teach self-discipline but it seems to have worked better than the modern permissiveness. Because of this strict upbringing, I was very much the introvert growing up. It was not until I went off to college in 1966 that I started to come out of my shell. And boy did I come out!
I won’t bore you with all the salacious details; let’s just say there isn’t much that I wasn’t more than willing to do, and did do. I drank, I smoked pot, I did acid, occasionally I did coke. I chased women and caught them regularly. From 1968 to 1990, I was married and divorced three times. That does not include relationships that did not result in marriage. Talk about looking for love in all the wrong places.
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