I don’t know if I have always processed this sense of right and wrong or if I had the guilt of the Baptists and Anglicans ringing in my ears telling me that anything I took pleasure in was wrong…

However, one thing is for certain that the feeling one gets when you are being conned or getting one put over on you was a sense that was always in its infancy.

I mean, I don’t know why, but somehow, I always had this gullibility of that if someone was smiling and talking, then I just believed them.

This was true until it wasn’t true. Then, I just didn’t believe anyone until proven differently. This is progress.