Sacred Haven of Debauchery

You had a difficult childhood, a password-protected computer, and so on.

But that doesn't mean he just stood there like a dustbin. I was allowed to use it for an hour on Saturdays and Sundays. If I didn't have any failing grades in my report card. And no more than a few C's in the quarter. And these people had a serious attitude. Also, to print some kind of report. And thirdly, to copy disks. And also, DAD often sat there, monitoring the process so that I wouldn't accidentally feel free.