“Scott” is a childhood friend. Although we’ve kept in touch over the years, we’re not particularly close. He’s more the type of friend you hang out with over a few beers, but not someone I’d pour my heart out to (and vice versa). So when he emailed me this past weekend and said he had something important to discuss, I assumed it was the worst—maybe a terrible accident, a life-threatening disease, that sort of thing. I immediately called him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Long pause. “Scott, do you need money? Did someone die? You know I’m here to help.”
“Dude,” he finally said meekly. “I just…I just found out the most disturbing thing.”
Shit, I thought. This sounds worse than I thought. “What is it, man? You can tell me.”
Another long pause. Then, he finally blurted it out, “I found out my mom was a…big-time slut!”
