A mountain climber learns of life's highs and lows.
Enjoy.
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In addition to being a round heeled slut, my mother was a self-centered moron. She was 15 when she had me in 1983, so I guess I should be thankful that I didn't end up named "psyche" or "gag me with a spoon" or even "totally." It's bad enough that the stupid w***e named me Rad, Rad Taylor.
My grandparents raised me from the time my mother decided she couldn't be bothered to fit me into her social calendar. Carly, my mother, would spread for any swinging d**k that came along, so how I ended up an only child, I'll never know. She rarely stayed with any guy longer than three weeks, but luckily for me one of those flavors of the moment was a guy named Craig.
Craig and my mother hooked up when I was ten. He managed to settl
