I’m a pretty weird person. And I grew up on a commune. Not a cult, mind you. At least not anymore.
Most people at the commune were pretty weird, but do you know what the best part about leaving the commune is? I get to use growing up on the commune as my excuse for everything!
“Jojo, wanna go on a bike ride with me on the Olentangy Trail?”
Ya know, I never learned how to ride a bike.
I grew up on a commune. I mean, come on right?! Bluusssh
Nah, but for real. I was definitely the only kid at the commune that didn’t know how to ride a bike. It definitely stunted my ability to quickly get to our communal meals a mile across our campus. But, hey, super passive fathering combined with sweet graphics and a fierce rivalry with Dillon on NBA Live 2001 meant no bike riding for me. At the time of print, I have finally learned how to ride a bike in my twenty-third year of life on this earth.