A small step backwards in time.
There was a day when I reveled in playing ball, At 15 I was already 6ft plus and 175 pounds, {this was huge in my day} I ran the hundred yard dash in 9.9 seconds. Fast, very fast.
All lean muscle and a smell for blood on the field.
Believe this or not I was real shy around girls; I had no self-confidence around girls at all.
On the field I was a lion out for blood, around girls I was a dimwit, I could not tell when a girl was interested in me or read any signals at all from them.
My father had died the year I turned 15 and I took my rage out on people, thru ball and fist fighting {yes I was a schoolyard bully} much to my SHAME.
When 17I was “asked to leave school” “for the good of the school”, I got caught with OH MY GOD 2 small joints of boo {pot} and in those days that was considered a real dope addict act.
I decided to enlist and off I went to Parris Island.