My grand-daughters grand-mother got my cherry. Her name was Jenny Arcuri and I met her at a church in Paradise, CA. We even got married when she got pregnant, the church insisted.

It was crazy times, Jenny disappeared, never saw her again, and I started college as a single dad. And now I'm living with our grand-daughter.

I see that moment, where a young guy inserted himself into a girl for the first time, and ultimately creating life, as the formation of the large family I now have, and know so little about.

I'll be seventy eight in five days. My body is lean, mean and tan. The ladies I got stoned with today thought I was Shelby's dad, how about that...