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HUMOR | CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Me and Papaw Found a Dirty Magazine
And Mamaw caught us
I was six years old and wasn’t worried about possums. I had titties on my mind, even though I really didn’t know what the hell titties were.
Papaw Wallace came home drunk after hanging out at The Corner Fruit Stand one evening.
He swaggered in the front door with an empty whiskey bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, took three steps forward, five stumbles back, and landed in the yard. Mamaw Wallace hollered, “You been at that fruit stand!”
Now y’all, The Corner Fruit Stand ain’t what it sounds like. They sold a little produce down by the Greyhound station, that’s a fact, but it was mostly a place for old men to congregate and sin.
Papaw hollered from outside.
“Betty! Let me in! There’s a possum on the roof!”
I giggled at the possum remark and ran off to play with the other cousins spending the night like me.
I was six years old and wasn’t worried about possums. I had titties on my mind, even though I really didn’t know what the hell titties were.
