I was just 13 years old, just a boy looking through his parents' LP collection in the cellar. I came across the Partridge Family Album LP. I thought it was hilarious that my parents would own such an embarassing thing.
I brought it up to my older brothers, so we could laugh at our parents' awfulness together. The eldest brother said, "You know, you're named after him."
I didn't believe it. I went downstairs and asked my mom. She confirmed it.
I wished I were back in the foster system.
Today, well, I wish I'd been named after that hip-ass Bonaduce kid. He's pretty awesome.