Dissecting Mo: Part 2: "Head Games"

Before I had sex as a kid I only kind of thought about sex….every now and then.. You know, late at night, or when I saw a smoking hot girl expose her breast in the latest 80’s Hollywood blood bath. But after getting some…I knew I had hit tenure because when it came to this sex thing, I was in it for life. It wasn’t long after my girlfriend and I had sex for the first time that the flood gates seemingly opened…we went from not doing anything at all, to practically fucking everyday!! And I do mean everyday!! Little did I know at the time that this would be my first taste of addiction, and I failed it miserably.
I hate addiction. I always have. What most people don’t know about me that I was a 80’s child. I was raised during the time when that cunt Nancy Reagan decided to make kids “Just say no” This was a bullshit campaign started in the 80‘s with good intentions, but ended up like a lot of things do in this country…just another excuse to throw a nigga in jail.. My entire childhood I was raised to believe that ALL Drugs…all of them are bad. And I believed this hook line and sinker because my parents were both addicts in one way or another, and I knew even as a child that I didn’t want to be like them. (More on them later.)
After having sex a few times here and there at my girlfriends house we decided that we wanted to kick up our “sex game” I guess because soon we were ditching school for the soul purpose of going to my apartment to fuck all day! School started at 8am, my father didn’t even go to work until 9:30am some days. What did we do until then? Sometimes we went to breakfast, but since we were broke ass kids, more often then not, we simply hid out in my parents 2^nd car. The ride was broken piece of shit that my dad was always fixing for my mom. Every time we ditched I would watch my father literally walk past the car we were in on the way to his vehicle. All he ever had to do was turn his head and look at his car and he would have seen us every time…but he never did. Once he was gone, we simply walked inside and started fucking,,,nuff said.
Not to say my dad was like some idiot night guardsman or something because eventually he did catch us. The sad part is, that he really didn’t have to work that hard to do so as it turns out. The way he caught us…he simply came home early one day and walked right in on us. It was really embarrassing for my girlfriend because of the compromising position my father discovered us in.
Right when he walked in my girlfriend was in the middle of performing fallacio. My dad didn’t say anything surprisingly, he simply closed the door, and walked out for a few moments. My girlfriend of course freaked out.
“Oh my god, oh my god” I remember her saying over and over. She was all panicked and running around, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “He’s going to tell my dad. “ She kept saying over and over again as well. (Side note: I’m cracking up laughing as I write this.)
Shortly afterwards, I took her home, and tried to calm her down. After I dropped her off, I took the longest walk home in history. I wasn’t in too much of a rush to get back there because I knew my father was waiting on me for our talk…I walked around for about an hour, but eventually I had to go home. It’s not like a had a car, or any money…so I went home and faced the music.
When I got home I remember my father was stripped down to nothing but his tiny white underwear and nothing else. (My father often did this…despite my entire families many objections.) I’m not saying this to be funny, but often times the man had holes and dookie stains in his underwear.
Stripped down I thought my father was ready for action when I came home…but surprisingly my dad, my guardian, my idol…never said a single word to me about the incident. And that’s lasted to this very day! Looking back now, I believe that was a major fail by my father. Because this was just before it all started. Maybe if my dad simply had a conversation with me about girls, and safe sex, the entire nightmare that was to come could have been prevented. This was before all the rape charges and abortions were handed out. This was before sugar got put in my gas tank , before I joined the army to keep myself from going to prison, before my son would kidnapped. It all started a few months after that very day….I know this now. Why? Because only a few short months after receiving head on my living room couch, I was sitting on that same couch watching my girlfriend cry because her E.P.T. pregnancy test had a plus on it instead of a minus. “What am I going to do?” She kept asking me. I had no clue…I was only 16 years old.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I didn’t get to the touchy subject about my children on this blog due to length…I’ll save it for next time!