Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that Teen Challenge gave special college scholarships to the two Hitting boys, Jeff and his brother what's-his-name. Someone was trying to make a big stink about how the girls would not be getting the special college money. Which was kind of ridiculous because everybody already knew that the Hitting boys were getting a special deal because in Haiti they made themselves very useful to David Wilkerson when he held a crusade in that country many years ago. Apparently the same cannot be said of the girls. But I wouldn't be able to explain that. I only heard some chatter online about that but cannot quite put that story in its proper context due to the continual interference of some stupid people in New York.

Which Reminds Me

But if you wanted to change the name of "Teen Challenge" to something less controversial, I wouldn't necessarily be against that idea. Perhaps a different name would help to put these dreary Porto Rican hoodlums on notice to keep their stupid garbage out of my face.

Which Reminds Me

My primary concern at this point in life is that of honoring my mother and father, which entails taking care of them, and all of you wicked hypocrites are making it impossible for me to fulfill these my lawful duties. For this reason, mainly, you are all fired. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

I never had any personal connection to the Teen Challenge program. Saw the movie and think there is always a place for such a reform school to at least attempt to reeducate those juvenile delinquents, but don't know anything else about that, at least not in any sort of personal way. I leave that propaganda to those who know what they are talking about.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how could I possibly forget that in the sixth grade our classmate Barbara Wilder wore shoes that were of size D, and also she was flat-footed, which was remarked upon possibly due to a discomfort of playing jump rope, but anyway I never had that problem.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember something about Lori K. chattering about the benefits of high-heeled shoes. Even so, I rarely have to wear them so I usually don't. Just because chatterbox Lori has a bee in her bonnet, that does not give her a license to yank me around on a chain. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

It is really not my job, but someone really ought to do something in terms of disabusing these Puerto Ricans of the notion that they are going to be running my life any time in the near future, now that I have safely returned to the U.S. and no longer live and operate in in the same planetary system as the dreary bores of Puerto Rico. Needless to say.