Bit of autobio stuff. I know, euw, boo hiss etc, but it is my way of working through stuff and applying a humourous sheen to it that may not have been apparent at the time. At least the violence that occurred was against inanimate objects, not bodily in nature. Still, traumatic nevertheless.
As I mentioned, I intend on assembling these and publishing them (and, of course, retire from the proceeds). In any case, I enjoy putting these together. So there.
I have a good ‘no hurling’ streak going too!
Are YOUR affairs in order?
See where very little adult (let alone parental) guidance can take you? Blonde? More like a thatch of dead straw on my head.
Working on more autobiographical material, will post some soon!
I wished I still had those shirts to not wear now.
Jef set the template for ‘cool’ at the time, always on the periphery, throwing in clever, trenchant observations when needed.
I hosted about (counts off on fingers) zero parties during high school.
Now THERE’S a post to decrease my readership. As a chronicler of childhood things, is it any surprise that vulgarity raises its ugly and malodourous head?
Regarding this post, as a former boy, there was always a scatological bent to our reality, that cannot be denied, and always supplied.
I, for one, am going to miss bodily functions when we are all brains in jars.