I was 17 and there was a nephew of an elder that was a punk kid maybe 15 or 16. A friend and I hung out with him a few times. He was from a “worldly” relative family and was living with his uncle, the elder.
I told the kid to “fuck off!” I don’t remember why, but I do remember never liking him. He was a shit head.
He told on me and I ended up in the back room. They told me as a baptized witness, I had to be “exemplary”. Got my hands slapped. Wasn’t the first nor the last time in the back room. lol