THE WORST YEARS

People are always talking about the kids of divorce, but what about the kids of parents who hate each other?  That’s what I am.  I was born in in Allentown, Pennsylvania - a town where fashions are ten years behind, side-ponytails adorn many-a-head, and the economy is so shitty Billy Joel felt compelled to write a song about it.  My parents, Stan and Karen Maciejczyk met when they were eighteen years old, working at a summer resort in the Poconos.  Their romance was very “Dirty Dancing” sans the casual racism, provocative dancing and back-room abortions.  They married just three months later, and the poor decisions kept on-a-rollin’.  They decided what their child marriage needed was a baby.  Well, I don’t know if they decided, so much as the lack of birth control and inability to pull out in a timely fashion decided for them.  Anyway, after my mom squatted me out of her nineteen year old loins, we lived happily ever after in this sweet trailer. (see sweet trailer above)

My “accident” prone family only lived there for a year and a half while my parents attended Penn State University for an entire three semesters until a small electrical fire burned the trailer to the ground and we were forced to move back in with my paternal grandparents and crazy aunt.  That is where my parents emotional maturity ceased.  And this is where my story begins...