"There is no peace in vulgarity."1
MY MOM DOESN’T LIKE IT EITHER
It was a sunny day in the late 1990's. I was probably about seventeen or eighteen years old. I was nervous about going over to Charlie Bennett's backyard to skateboard on his half pipe. I wasn’t afraid of getting hurt on my skateboard or falling off of his large skateboard ramp but I was more afraid that I wouldn’t be accepted as among those who were labeled as cool.
You see, in my hometown of Manteca, California, Charlie Bennett was not just a regular old Joe. There wasn't a person from both of my hometown high schools that didn't know him. Charlie was the greatest and most well known skateboarder in our area at that time. He would awe passersby's with his talent and gained a lot of attention everywhere he went. You can imagine me wanting to make a great impression on him and his friends.
It was my turn to go down the ramp. I felt relatively competent enough to try the ramp since I myself was not a bad skater myself. I remember saying a cuss word and to my great surprise Charlie told me to stop. I was a little baffled at his reaction because I thought since he was "cool" and "popular" that he would also have a foul mouth. For some strange reason I remember asking why he wanted me to stop and he replied, “Would your mom like it if she knew you cussed?” I said, “No,” and he replied, “Well my mom doesn’t like it either.” I was really taken back at that and remembering feeling embarrassed. After that I never tried to swear and cuss to fit in ever again.