I love you Billy, hang in there.
Junior High Memory: Well, me and some crips were shooting heroin in the alley behind the dance, and all of a sudden my math teacher came out. We totally freaked, probably because of all the meth we were on too, and killed him. I didn't get in trouble though, because I had won the spelling bee and in my school, that shit counted.
IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING? HUH?
Sorry, that was one of those 'in jokes' we've been seeing so much of. Melinda and Katy are convinced I'm full of bullshit because all of my high school stories involve drugs and low-level crime & truancy. This is true, but only because I don't tell stories about the good 90% of the time I was sitting around eating fruit loops and reading social study textbooks. That's not very interesting. In fact, I lied. We never had fruit loops because my mom would never buy cereal with sugar in it. So. I would eat shredded wheat and read textbooks. Boring.
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