School Story:
When New England came to play. When Mr. Bent ran into the black metal door to prove he was just a spray of atoms. When mr Paul almost found the second to last digit of Pi. Marching down to City Hall. My best friend Billy and his "Chicken Shack" 62 Dodge van. (Miss you dearly) Mr Oden's painting lesson, "There is no black, there is no white in art." My spec 20 "A" harp that I kicked across the overpass and still could spit boogie Mayall. My journals and not missing one day!! Ah Mr. Hughes for being so stand up, Miss Murphy for the hippie sit down and for Mr. Willis for never shutting the hell up! Ice rink stench, Marciano bench, and the lone custodian left in the rain hitting his knee with a monkey wrench. Creme soda rugs, primary color houses, Brains, jocks, and drugs. Hey, Miss Knight for letting me play for her "Seconds" by the Human League. For getting lost at the front of the front door and later found by the back of the back door. And all the moments inbetween, glad I lived and lived there with all of you.
