We 16 year old delinquent boys we would hang out at M. D.’s place, drink wine and smoke weed and go off on weed-booze space voyages. All the local delinquent girls our age from about 14-16 hung out over there, smoking weed and drinking wine. Supposedly, the idea was to try to boff the girls, but hardly any of us were doing it. Most of us were clueless idiots, blind boys stumbling in the dark. We had no idea what we were doing in the strange and frightening world of the girls.
My parents had forbidden me from hanging out at M. D.’s apartment complex because it was a known source of very bad bad influences. They were correct as that place was frankly the local White slum. Specifically, there were a lot of divorced parents living there as single Moms. My folks felt these single parent homes were a horrible influence that Virgin Bobby needed to be protected from. I protested, and then agreed to the restriction.
But late at night, I kept sneaking out to ride my bike or walk alone to the beckoning slum. White slums are sleazy, but there are horny teenage girls and their even hornier single Mom parents over there. There’s weed galore and as much booze as you can drink and then some. There were depraved young adults we called friends who specialized in contributing to our delinquency and corrupting us minors. They let us into their pads so we could drink Boons Farm, smoke pot and space travel.
Sure it was a slum but White slums can be wonderful in all sorts of sleazy ways.
One fateful night in 1974, a boy named Bobby slipped out of his home and rode his bicycle in dark to the white slum, the cramped city of sin.
