THEY CALLED ME "BRIGHT EYES": THE ULTIMATUM

Sunday, September 11, 2005

THE ULTIMATUM

I was two when my father issued an ultimatum: either I stop wetting my pants or he’d send me out with the neighborhood children in my diapers for all to see. As most of you know, he might as well have been talking to a wall for all the good it did him. So, shortly thereafter, I was sent out to brave... Sign in to see full entry.

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