Before the energy drink slash cocktail and butt-chugging, there was “The Watermelon Crawl” and “Mr. Boston’s.”
This is not a spoiler alert. This is about the rawness of truth.
And I would do it again.
December 1979 was a strange time to be a 12 year old boy.
Once I get beyond my initial feelings about the whole situation, I’m left wrestling with a number of questions that still feel terribly unresolved.
Can we create a safer party culture for all?