Midwest 'pooberty.'

The man who infiltrated my family through his marriage to my sister and then tried to have her molest me until the last instance of abuse when she "accidentally" placed her hand on my groin and began to rub used to say that I needed to go through "midwest pooberty" by getting a driver's license before the girls would accept me. I was twenty and laying on a couch with Viola sitting behind the couch talking to me about the rent swindle that had been exposed by the landlady who had manipulated my poverty into a relationship with her.

Just after I had refused to try to help her keep her room the incident of fondling took place.

The figure in the picture holding the pointer and wearing "customized earth shoes" is similar to a drawing that I did for an English teacher who was very important in my education. He actually was a close neighbor for a while as well and he became someone who showed an interest in my life outside of school as well. He chastised me a couple of times for attempting to use biased language--I thought for effect, but he didn't get it and just gave me an F for a faggot comment on a paper, a chewing out over a Nigger, and the threat that if I called the wrong person a nip they might hurt me.

I had driver's ed at that High School and bought a gold Thunderbird with the money I had saved when I had to lend Mom some money to buy a car. She had wanted a truck but when I went on the lot a salesman jumped on me and said I really want to sell you this car and said he was giving me a tremendous deal on it. I thought it looked like a cool car and I decided I wanted it. I went and talked my mom out of her truck and we bought the Thunderbird. I had a lot of problems driving it because it had a tendency to squeal its' tires at the least acceleration on a turn and she would start shrieking and telling me to be careful every time it happened. I got so stressed from my practice driving with her I eventually decided I did not want to drive.

Before that though I came close to killing myself when I decided to take advantage of a few minutes that I had alone behind the wheel when we were moving across town and there were too many cars to take at once. I had permission to go out alone and I took a detour around town and opened it up on a skinny little road that connected two highways. I had it up to 110 before I knew it and was thinking about just letting myself fly off the end of the road where there was an airport. I decided not to because the teacher I loved lived near the spot and I did not want to do that to her. She recommended that I take classes with the guy in this drawing.