Yeah, but unlike Clinton, you're not of that trailer trash mentality.
It was an amazing two years out of my life. My best friend's girlfriend banging on my window at 3AM to talk to me about him, with his little sisters in tow (eight and eleven). The druggies across the street, the Viet refugees next door (Tom, the middle son and I were good friends).
Actually Bill came from a higher economic background. His stepdad was loaded.
Thanks for the props. :) I was never embarrassed about coming from the parks, but it was uncomfortable with friends visiting my mother with me.