Strip Tennis
This story takes place about two years ago. At the time I was a junior at Millard North High School in Omaha, NE. I had moved up there with my parents as a freshman and being that it’s Omaha and I was moving from Kansas City, a large and fun city by comparison, I hated it. It took me most of my sophomore year and an encounter with the police to calm down my teenage outrage at being taken from my home and friends. But more then anything else what pulled me through that time of youthful angst was...