Le maudit Mo D.

just sayin'

Two things:

1) I love narrative improv. In my heart, soul, body, mind. Love it. It is where I want to be.
2) There was a counselor at my summer camp when I was ten named Harold and he made out with/touched the vagina of one of my ten-year-old bunkmates. She was actually very excited about this and being ten, we didn't really get so much that this was wrong. He tried to get me to kiss him but I told him no and he backed off and that was the closest I ever got to an oogy unwanted preteen sexual experience. He disappeared from camp midway through and we didn't know why and we were told not to talk about or ask about Harold. So we didn't. I told my mother when I got home and she declared him a child molester and hoped that he got much worse than just getting fired from his camp counselor job.

Just sayin'.