the high school was across the street from wawa...god damn i miss those fucking heroes. for like $2.79 you got a hoagie the size of your arm dripping with shredded lettuce, mayo, and your choice of some sort of pressed intestine....wash that shit down with a yoohoo, some shitty brown weed with seeds popping up your nose and into your eyeball out of some shitty brass screw pipe you bought over at a 42nd st. head shop and a marlboro red and you got the fixins for a great day of cutting school....i was way to cool to wear a real winter jacket, and denim isn't really below freezing wind chill factor savvy no matter how many iron maiden patches or twisted sister buttons you have on the fucking thing. my bright red cracked hands would shake the cigarette that was almost out from the wind to my purple lips while the sword dangling from my left ear froze my lobe off...my hair was way to wirey of a mullet blowing in the wind to give me any type of protection on my neck...and scarves were just fucking gay. my workboots were usually steel toe in case i had to kick a guido in the face...again, not very winter savvy, even with 2 pairs of socks....especially wearing my ball hugging blue jeans with the huge rips in the knees...its a wonder i never froze to death holding the bud nip, thats what we called the little 8 oz. bottles they dont make anymore i dont think...not like that anyway. when we were that age one 8-pack would do the trick just fine......it made it ok to wear an autograph shirt that i had cut to the point that you could see my belly button....jesus christ i cant believe i just said that.....
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