RE: Who did you hang with?
July 2, 2015 at 6:37 pm
(This post was last modified: July 2, 2015 at 6:38 pm by Thumpalumpacus.)
I went to two high schools. The first I attended freshman and soph years, the second my junior year, and then returned to the old school for senior year.
I hated high school. The first one, PRHS in California, was a shithole of parochial idiots who hadn't seen the county line, much less the rest of the world. I definitely cottoned to the outcasts there ... they beat the cud-chewin' FFA assholes and jocks by a mile. The place was so bad that I quit the football team in disgust over these little twats who were beholden to conformity and couldn't take a hit, on the field, in the mouth, or in a discussion. Namby-pambies.
My junior year, I moved down to Ventura County. It was a better scene, mainly because I started my first band. Girls and good amounts of recreational drugs followed, and no one gave me shit for being different, because there was always a good time to be had.
Funny thing, when I moved back up to Paso Robles for my senior year, all the bumpkins who'd hated me for being not from Paso Robles were now very ready to look up to me because I had been on an adventure and returned alive ... as if I hadn't been that way before. Shallow little pricks who'd scrapped with me two years before were now trying to be all buddybuddy because LA was cool and I had lived near it. Fuck them.
I hated high school. The first one, PRHS in California, was a shithole of parochial idiots who hadn't seen the county line, much less the rest of the world. I definitely cottoned to the outcasts there ... they beat the cud-chewin' FFA assholes and jocks by a mile. The place was so bad that I quit the football team in disgust over these little twats who were beholden to conformity and couldn't take a hit, on the field, in the mouth, or in a discussion. Namby-pambies.
My junior year, I moved down to Ventura County. It was a better scene, mainly because I started my first band. Girls and good amounts of recreational drugs followed, and no one gave me shit for being different, because there was always a good time to be had.
Funny thing, when I moved back up to Paso Robles for my senior year, all the bumpkins who'd hated me for being not from Paso Robles were now very ready to look up to me because I had been on an adventure and returned alive ... as if I hadn't been that way before. Shallow little pricks who'd scrapped with me two years before were now trying to be all buddybuddy because LA was cool and I had lived near it. Fuck them.
