Well, I’m a long haired 16-year-old high school kid sitting here playing bass when I should be doing homework. Sooner or later I’m gonna stop playing bass, do the homework, get to bed around midnight.
Tomorrow morning my alarm will go off, and I’ll hit turn it off and groan. Then I’ll get up in my messy room, and pick a pair of blue jeans off the floor and put them on. Next comes a clean shirt and a bandana to cover the messy hair. After that I’ll race out the door to make it to class on time, which I’ll do, just barely.
After class, I’ll go to the guy-HOP (our nickname for the local IHOP with all the gay waiters) to meet friends, and we’ll go out back and get high. Then I’ll sit there and babble like a sterotypical stoner about music and third eyes and stuff. After I get level-headed, I’ll come home and play some more bass until late at night.
On saturday I’m meeting friends in a local park to get high again. Same scene as behind the guy-hop. After that we’ll go hang around the campus with the gutter punks, and maybe see a movie. Come home and, you guessed it, play more bass.
Sunday I sleep late, play bass, do homework, etc.
Basically, I’m Mr. Rock and Roll high school, 80’s stoner movie all the way, and it pisses me off. I don’t like try to live in a way that imitates that, but it’s just exactly how I am, right down to, well, right down to it. At least I don’t drive a Pontiac of any kind, that would really nail it, hehe.
LC