When I was in 8th grade my family moved us from the idyllic scrublands of Georgia to the decidedly urban swamp of Milwaukee where I went to middle school next to the giant silos of the Schlitz Brewery,\u2019 The Beer\u2019, according to the 10 foot tall letters on the towers, \u2018That Made Milwaukee Famous\u2019. Needless to say, the move was a culture shock for me and my two brothers. I sat in the back of my classrooms with the girls who had been booted out of Catholic parochial schools for \u2026 well, let\u2019s just say, unbiblical behavior.<\/p>\n
Even only 13 or 14 year olds, these banished babes were children in adult bodies, maybe not the brightest bulbs in my pre-pubescent firmament, but definitely the most sexual creatures I had ever had the pleasure to be seated next to. Not that I really understood on a cognizant level the attraction, but let\u2019s just say the pheromones worked their magic. On some intuitive level I understood any appeal I might have for these fallen angels would not be the result of my skinny, geeky, shy self, nor my intellectual prowess, limited as it was. No, I needed something more, some heretofore undiscovered secret power, my own feeble alternative to male pheromones. <\/p>\n
So I became a comedian. Parked far from the blackboard and our various teachers\u2019 desks, I proceeded to entertain these girls with their padded bras, tight sweaters and short skirts with whispered witticisms, soft spoken sarcasms regarding our educators\u2019 attempts to teach us math and science and conjugation. Every girlish giggle only encouraged me and gave me renewed confidence. Sure, the teachers noticed, usually admonishing the guilty laughers, not me, the clown with the innocent face.<\/p>\n
The girls mostly flunked our courses. And no, I don\u2019t blame myself for their distractions. These cuties wouldn\u2019t need college — they had attributes the rest of us would have sold our souls for. Which the nuns figured these ladies had already lost.<\/p>\n
Me, I graduated 8th grade for all the advantage it gave me. But \u2026 I did become a hopeless wiseass, no diploma, just an unaccredited degree. And girls, wherever you are, thank you, thank you, thank you. You all were my muses. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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