A buddy and me were in a bar in Suburban Chicago. We knew there was a whore house right next door. So we went over there to check it out. We were talking with the girls. They wanted $50 to give us some action. One girl's name was Mickey Mouse. We didn't have $20 between us so we decided to go back to the bar. LOL
New Years Eve, probably 1978 or so, I was 13 years old (14 if it was '79). My step dad got drunk and got in a fight with my Mom, who was also drunk. Older brother and younger step brother piled into step-dad's van and went for a drive. After many more beers step-dad had the bright idea of looking up some hookers at the motel across the highway from our subdivision, which we kept trying to tell him was abandoned. We were right, no hookers just at least a private place to throw up and come up with plan B. We made it home safely, weird enough, but neighbors called the police because of noise but we all promised them we would go to sleep so they left.