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       I've got a friend with similar regrets. I pretty much did what I felt like doing. Still, I was introverted and having a very hedonistic dad whose footsteps I was determined not to follow kept me on the fairly straight and narrow. I did quite a bit that was against the rules, but not drugs or alchohol or anything particularly harmful to anyone.
       In short, I was a good kid. Heh, I did recently admit to my Mom that I was sneaking out virtualy every night. She didn't believe me at first till I laughed and explained how I avoided leaving the usual signs. (I went out the front door) I don't think I'll ever tell her about playing chicken with a cop...
       Oh well, what she doesn't know won't hurt me.
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