I truly believe all children go through an asshole stage at some point in their lives. Some may be unruly toddlers, others tweeners with an attitude, and so on. In my case, my asshole stage was definitely when I was a teenager.
When I think back on my high school days, I often cringe. I was a major bitch, and mostly to my family. I was an arrogant little jerk who acted like I didn’t need any of them.
I mean, other than to pay for my food, shelter and, unknowingly, my huffing habit. Paint and glue can get pricey, people.
Because I was always a pretty independent person, I couldn’t...