I drove around a little red neck town in big lil red express truck listening to Devo on 8 track.
I kept my bong under my seat so my parents wouldn't find it. It never crossed my mind that if I got pulled over the cops would most definitely find it.
Nevertheless that bong made it longer than the truck and even into the 3rd street apartment until Joe got my skateboard and tried to do a 360 in the living room and knocked over the coffee table and broke it.
All the while Combat Rock played in the background on a shitty record player.
♫♫Go straight to hell boys! Go straight to hell boys.♪♪
We were living off pasta roni and grilled cheese because Joe fucked up the refrigerator with an ice pick. Joe decided one day that there was too much ice in the freezer. He got an ice pick and punctured the freon tube on the first try thereby turning the refrigerator into nothing more than an airtight closet.
We were too afraid to tell land lord so we lived off mostly non perishable food for quite a while. The cheese for the grilled cheese would keep for a while without refrigeration and so would the margarine we needed for the pasta roni.
I blamed everything on bad luck and didn't notice how lucky I was.
I was completely oblivious of any girls who liked me and kept wondering why I didn't have a girlfriend. I may not have broken any hearts but i am sure I confused a few. I was clueless.
Youth is truly wasted on the young. At least it was for me
But it was damn good times.