Rock and roll all night

I wanted to go to the Kiss show at the Air Force Base. All the kids were going. Jimmy Smooth was going. Ethan and Jess convinced their parents to drive them. Even Nick the Greek was going. Of course Jack was taking the delicious Julie Purdie to the show. He'd arrive at school on Monday wearing a Kiss concert t-shirt. Everyone would ask him if he fucked Julie. He'd wink and we would know.
"A blowjob? Shit. A blowjob is like a goodnight kiss. Did I fuck her ass? That, I'll never say."
Whose gestating kid, we wondered three months later, was sucked out of Julie's uterus at the clinic? That, we'll never say.
"What a whore," mocked Nick as he spit on Julie's back outside the study hall.
We all laughed, but wished it were our kid, our Kiss concert T-shirt, our Todd Rundgren pin left broken in the back seat of our T-bird. But it wasn't.

My brother was sick again and I had to stay behind to take care of him while my dad took my mom to an AA meeting. My mom was slipping again, hitting the pipe, the gin was missing, she came home with a black eye.

My brother ate everything in sight. I fed him some corn starch just to see if he would eat it. Sure he did. Then I fed him a bottle of pipe cleaner. He didn't like the first spoonful, but I forced it down him. Then I mixed it with strawberry jam and made him drink it. He puked up corn starch and pipe cleaner for an hour while I checked out Becky next door get finger banged by her boyfriend. I was whacking off when my parents came home. The ambulance arrived ten minutes later, just in time to pump my brother's stomach. My dad asked me if I wanted the belt or the branch.
I said, "I want to go see Kiss. That's what I want."
I got the belt.