Larry and Debbie met at a place called The Tasmen Sea, a restaurant in San Pedro. Debbie was a maid or something. Larry was fresh out of the Air Force looking to get laid. They went on a few dates. Larry's aunt tried to tell my mother that Larry was no good, he was a looser who would take all her money and split. Debbie didn't care; she was in love with him. Larry just liked getting laid.
A few months into this, I come into the picture. What do we do? Debbie asked. Get married said Larry. They drove to Vegas and got married. Debbie told her parents she got married and moved out. Larry brought Debbie to his parents’ house in the Ridgecrest. They lived with Larry's parents till I was born. We lived in a few places before we had a place of our own.
Larry and Debbie were still young and partied with their hippie friends all the time. There were always bottles of wine and beer lying around. I would pick them up and take sips. Everyone laughed. "Look at big Verne! The little brother can party."
My uncle Ronnie would stay over on the couch, he would get drunk, pass out and piss himself on the couch. He always blamed me. For the year he was there, I would get in trouble for peeing on the couch. I had to sit in the corner and repeat the words" I will use the big boy potty"
I once asked my mother why she had me. She said that she wanted something that would love her forever and never leave her side. She said she just wanted something to cuddle with her and think the world of her.
I asked my father. He told me all of his friends were getting married and having kids so he thought he should too.
So that’s why I’m here. I’m a product of peer pressure and my mothers need for love. They should have got a dog instead of a kid.