My Mom Uses Me
My Mom Uses Me It was 1995 and I was eighteen. Your typical stay at home introvert, living with his divorced mother. I had a job at a restaurant; Randall’s, you can look it up. It’s closed now, but back in the day it was a pretty nice spot to eat and have a drink. I gave Mom a hundred or so a month to stay there, putting the rest into savings, except for my “fun cash” for when I hung out with my friends. I was your typical long-haired headbanger wearing metal t-shirts. Grunge was taking over my rock … Read more