When I was a dumb-ass teenager (between '75 and '02) the only things I did well were skipping school, (rarely) drinking or smoking enough to lose my cool, (in fact I was trying so hard to be cool my soul caught a cold that took twenty years to defrost) and getting from one spot to another on my own. I walked a lot of dirt roads and stood for days on the sides of highways with my thumb out. My father gave me The Silver Tongued Devil for my tenth birthday and I memorized about half the songs and made up a few too and sang them when the weather turned and I felt almost completely alone between somewhere and home.
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