Golfing As A Punishment

January 29th, 2010 by admin

I went golfing with my father the other day because I was being punished. I’d stayed out too late the night before, so he got me up at 7am to take me golfing with him to teach me a lesson. It turned out to be a beautiful day. I did see a really nice looking guy wearing galvin green golf clothing who caught my eye. However, Dad noticed my interest in him and made me stay in the golf car while he and the fellow chatted. I hate being 15 and having Dad dictate my life. Only three more years until I’m on my own.

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