As
a
child,
my
father
was
a
little
hellion.'
He's
told
my
sisters
and
me
countless
stories
of
his
early
years,
which
were
mostly
spent
tormenting
his
younger
siblings.
He
would,
however,
occasionally
take
a
break
to
torment
instead
the
nuns
who
ran
his
Catholic
school.
One of my favorite stories concerns my father's practice of putting massive amounts of Butch Wax 2 in his hair. On one par- ticular day, he was acting up in class. A nun grabbed him by his flat-topped hair and slammed the back of his head into a black- board. His hair product left a grease spot that never came off the board, rendering it unable to be written upon ever again
http://scholarship.law.wm.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1103&context=wmjowl
One of my favorite stories concerns my father's practice of putting massive amounts of Butch Wax 2 in his hair. On one par- ticular day, he was acting up in class. A nun grabbed him by his flat-topped hair and slammed the back of his head into a black- board. His hair product left a grease spot that never came off the board, rendering it unable to be written upon ever again
http://scholarship.law.wm.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1103&context=wmjowl