Seeing this yearbook picture brought back many memories. I am at the top, left. Once I hit college, I grew my hair longer and was like a run-away freight train on the loose. All of the many pretty girls at the U. of New Orleans drove me crazy. I heard my dad tell his friends on several occasions, “That boy better slow down with those girls before he hurts himself.” Now-a-days in the twilight years of my life, I lie down in bed at night racked with guilt. I want to say that I am sorry. It was not until I was older that I learned that you are supposed to save yourself for marriage. No one ever told me that the Church commands us to avoid pre-marital shenanigans. Who knew? I cry in bed at night sometimes wanting to say, “I am sorry…” to all of God’s sweet creatures who put their hearts into my hands.
Seeing my senior picture also reminded me that I wake up at night sometimes in a cold sweat wishing to God that I could express my sincere “mea culpas” to the women. MEA MAXIMA CULPA, as the Catholic repentance goes! Maybe in heaven I will be able to have my apologies reach the right ears. In the Old Testament they did penance with ashes covering their brows and wearing torn garments. FORGIVE ME, WOMEN OF THE WORLD!!!… for I know not what I do!
I guarantee you that James Franco could successfully play James Dean in a bio pic (if he has not already done so). I just flipped to the movie GIANT from 1956 and James Dean looks just like Franco.
Question, A RETWEET: When it comes to women, what would I prefer? A teenie bit of #romance, and a pocket full of #money; or hot romance, and my money flying out of my pockets willie-nillie? My answer…