One time I remember that I went to stay with my cousins in Michigan for a week, in the summer. I was probably about 13. And their mom (my aunt) caught us listening to a Pearl Jam cd that I had brought with me, and she demanded to see the lyrics…”Back street lover on the side of the road”. I’ll never forget her reading those lyrics out loud, and the face she made. That was the first time I was ever the bad influence….and it was all down hill from there 
