Me and my brothers were called out of class over the loudspeaker. Back in the early seventies. You feel me? Mom wanted us to gather at grandma's house. "Did somebody die?" "No, somebody just told me (mom) that you boys are doing drugs!" My brother before we got there: "Lie!" "No ma'am, we don't even know what them evil drugs even look like." Grandma: "Good, cause I have a shotgun right here, and I'd rather put you boys six feet under than to see you boys do drugs." "Absolutely not, Grandma, NEVER!" Okay you boys run along then, I knew you was good boys anyway. What about any of you had sex with underage girls? Yes ma'am we do admit this. Okay, but just be careful you hear? (I comes from wat trash, I mean white trash you feel me?)