The next noteworthy moment was when I received a
'naked-except-for-the- cowboy-boots' picture from a fan. Of course I had to bring it to school to show my friends, but somehow it ended up in Mr. Minetta's hands. He promptly handed it over to my vice-principal, who promptly called my parents, who promptly had a 'talk' with me about it. Except instead of the talk being about how I was grounded and
porn was bad, it was about how I was off the hook and how
porn could be good -- a theory they then supported with way too much information about
their sex life. I'm still taking showers and trying to scrub that off. Then the next thing I knew, my father had worked himself up into a righteous
free speech lather and was
defending my right to 'good pornography' in front of my whole school.