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The Porcelain Throne 50 years later.
Fifty years ago, I had endless kids stop in. It started while my parents were at work. In my sick mind, the house was now mine. My siblings, nine years older, were gone. I inherited, a 4-bedroom home in my twisted mind. In the basement, I…
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…But the true heart of this kingdom wasn’t the sun-drenched living room or the neatly kept bedrooms; it was the basement. This subterranean space, a veritable wonderland carved out of concrete and imagination, was affectionately known as Pete’s Pub. Pete’s Pub. The name itself conjured images of dim lighting, hushed conversations, and the clinking of glasses. It was a speakeasy for the soul, a sanctuary for the outcasts, the rebels, and the simply curious. The doors, metaphorically speaking, swung wide open for anyone who fit the bill: the jocks with their swagger, the freaks with their vibrant hues, and the nomads with