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Show of the guide because I liked having Brad as a friend. He lived nearby, and was always willing to ride up to the waterfall or bring a basketball to church and play on the elementary school courts across the street during priesthood meeting. He had become increasingly blasphemous in church lately, and his rebel persona was one I was considering adopting for myself. He would walk out of meetings early without explanation, and sometimes he would interrupt to ask, no matter what the topic of the lesson was, "Is polygamy an eternal principle? Yes or no?" At first I thought everyone was tolerating him out of pity because of his inactive Democrat parents. But I started to notice that on Mondays in school, girls from church would walk right past my locker to his and say, "I thought it was interesting what you said yesterday, Brad. I think Joseph Smith wanted us all to develop a strong personal testimony by asking questions. I'd love to talk more with you sometime." These interactions had made Brad cocky and a few days ago at the waterfall he said he was "practically drowning in pussy." Every part of that sentence was disturbing, especially if there was even a little truth to it. There I was, distraught over a recent article in The Daily Herald reporting that sexual activity among teens in Utah County was on the increase, which was news to me. Meanwhile someone once just as awkward and off-putting, who played the clarinet in band, was evolving from his life of eating Funyuns in the basement and was suddenly proclaiming himself to be "a bit of a ladies man" all because he was Socrates in church. |