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God Forbid, a priest we can not mention. Pregant girls, a subject never to approach. The womens club, said it was the football coach; O, my God Daniel, pretty girls. My true love. She got pregant to a football star, and her sacred, scared folks sent her away. The womens club knew, why she was blue. When the time came, for there little snow ball dance, the little girl, she was in a trance. What to do, when everyone hated you. The picking of a queen, seemed such a dream. Don't you remember, she won, she put all the gossip on the run. Highschool stinks. It sure did, a good pure laughter came rushing to me. God it felt so fine to be with him. Why did you leave college, he said? I was thrown out for fighting. The laughter was high and good now and our faces brightened over the shadows. Well, lets see now Michael. Should we begin with the cub scouts. Well lets see now Daniel. First I was thrown out of Nursery school. Mrs. Williams was my nursery school teacher and when I walk into my home room at good old Mount Lebanon, there she is. A Presbyterian ministers wife giving me Catholic medals to wear around my neck, so some clown can pull them off in a bar room brawl. Christ Daniel, I've taken on so many monsters. Down in the coal mining taverns in Castle Shannon. It's right out of D.H. Lawrence. Walking men with pain to give running at you through some blind mystery hidden beneath their eyes. Women with their heads bent eating crab meat. Here baby, have some more sause. Hey mister, take it easy. Bang, bang. Purses and bottles in the air. Flying fists doubbling basketball bellys. It's a sight to see, he said. I've had the whole town chasing me Daniel?