I can only imagine the thoughts that go through the mind of my parents. It seems like there is a new girl every other day that walks from the backdoor through the kitchen into the hallway that connects to my room. I can recall a time when it was three different chicks in three different nights. A few times there were multiple chicks per day.
It’s always the same too. I know they’re coming in, so I walk out the backdoor to meet them outside. We walk in, always me first, then when my parents look over to notice a stranger in their house, they usually say hello. That’s when I do the habitual introductions of the whore to the parents and vice versa. My parents have to know what I do. I mean, the girls never leave until the next day, they’re very rarely ever seen in my house again and I never mention them ever again. It was a lot less awkward when I lived in my apartment in Los Angeles. My roommate never took his eyes off the T.V. or his mouth off the bong long enough to even notice a girl walk through the living room. In terms of my parents, I guess it’s just one of those things that are better left unsaid.