You know, as awful as people's images of Jersey suburbs go, I left there after the fifth grade for a small rural school in New Hampshire. There, in grade six, I was introduced to sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Not to the actual vices themselves, except for Alice Cooper and the like, but a knowledge that if I wasn't participating it wasn't for lack of opportunity. Back in New Jersey, girls were anathema, drugs unheard of and music consisted of the easy listening stations my parents listened to on the car radio. So much for innocent rural upbringing.
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