I remember 1953. I was in third grade and this girl and me REALLY got it on! Chalk dust, that is. We'd stand outside school and throw erasers at each other. Her name was...was...ah...Connie? Margaret? Alice? Something like that, or maybe Barbara or Mary. Or Pamela. One of them girls' names, anyway. Man, it was good times then! Party, party, party! Yeah, sometimes we'd do coke. Or 7-up or Bubble-up or Double Cola or RC or Pepsi or the hard stuff -- Grapette or Nehi or Orange Crush.

Well, anyway, I better not go into this sordid story of sin any further.