A few coma-inducing ones unfortunately ( insert yawn here! ) but seems I can't find winners in the whole bloody grab bag after all. Then I find My Side of the Story by Will Davis. God, the definition of where it's at! And I'm like, all blitzed out, man.... suddenly all slacker sixteen ( just a shade older than the molestables ) wrestling with my hardly repressed sexuality, sneaking out for a smoke and a fumble in the gay bar, causing minor havoc in school with the homophobic neanderthal goons - and at home with the way-uncool parental units and my holier-than-thou sister.
Not that I was any of the above. Like I totally swear with fingers crossed and all.
Damn, it's hard being a teenager!
Total shocker by the way but in comparison to chip-on-the-shoulder troubled rebel-without-a-cause Jarold, I'm practically a freakin' monk. Robes and crosses, really, hanging out with the other dudes in denial back in the monastery. Seriously, I never really had all that much teenage angst myself - well, I like don't think I did :) Though you gotta ask the gory deets from my mom to be sure. Seems like I always had my head screwed on straight most days. Sure, I like, had the weekly teenage revolt against parental authoritarianism and mindless conformity but ended most with a peaceable time out.
Like what's the point? Do y'know what I mean?
First off, though I had my totally wild shenanigans and stuff on the side ( make that hottie ex fucker on the side ), I like, remained on the straight and narrow for the most part. Made my way through boring classes without playing hooky. Inevitably punked a few lame posers but mostly adolescent mischief rather than juvie hall. Probably would make you boys snigger some but though I choked some smokes ( disgusting habit, really! ), I never really delved into the blissful E-zone. Fumbles in the little boy's room with my ex but certainly no spaced out mornings in a stranger's bed ( well not till later at least ).
Hell. Maybe I'd be like less uptight if I had. :P Though it'd be a damned sight more exhausting with all the crazy highs and lows for sure. Isn't it like totally weird that kids wish to be older ( Strapping Shane for one ) while old folks my age ( not me for sure! ) would kill to be teens again? Like I already left all the pimpled troubles of adolescence behind - and certainly wouldn't want a horrifying revisit - but I certainly wouldn't mind having the totally juiced-up metabolism of a teenager again :)
But seriously, tell me straight, would you wanna be an angsty teenager again?