police and theives in the street
because i am bombarded by so much nonsense these days and i genuinely find this stage of my life to be very annoying, i have to constantly work to maintain my balance and remind myself that im a stepping razor - that dredlocks can't live in a tenemant yard - that jah no dead
one way i do this is to watch and learn from all the little hooligans - they hang around like dirty stray dogs and party like they're all turning twenty-one tomorrow - which truly is a sad day
i recently read a great piece by one of these mangy mutts and it inspired me to retell this true story:
its my freshman year of highschool - before classes even began i met one mr james thorsen, was threatened by some assface who didn't like my best pal sal and was ridiculed for wearing green doc marten boots (which i really wish i still owned) - at this point i only knew a few kids and none of them shared my lunch period - so i spent the first week or so eating lunch outside by myself (im not even going to begin to go into the psychology involved - i was living in my own private idaho, in fact i still am) - i would also like to point out that just about every single day that year i ate the same lunch, a small bag of pretzel cheddar combos and a can of ginger ale - one day i figured 'i should meet some of these goons i go to school with' - after i purchased my lunch from the snack machines (which are located on a little stage at one end of the cafeteria) i surveyed the situation - i stood there for a good five minutes and from my lookout i could see some faces i recognized from class, some kids who looked like they might be cool enough to be worth my time but mostly just meatheads i knew i wanted to stay away from - then i noticed two of the dorkiest most obese guys i ever laid eyes on sitting by themselves, scarfing down their lunch - i felt like everyone was watching me just waiting to see where i would sit (of course thats ridiculous but i always feel like im being watched) - i went and sat down right next to those two fatties and enjoyed a nice lunch - and to this day im not really sure why - i felt that i stood out among the crowd (not just because i was standing on the edge of the stage) and that my actions would draw attention - that people would see me sitting with them and figure 'hey if that kid is sitting over there those guys must be pretty cool' - i had good intentions but i dont think my actions were worthy of praise - i was weird and curious - in actuality everyone just thought 'ha nows there's three huge dorks sitting over there' - but i was idealistic back then, i thought i could break down stupid social barriers, i thought i was better than everyone else - and i still think all these things - i rocked that place over the next four years - that day gave me such great momentum - who knows what would have happened to me if i sat somewhere else - i probably have been just another ugly face in the crowd - here's to challenging coventions and to all the mangy strays out there - cheers bob and waldo
yours truly
t.o.n.e.
one way i do this is to watch and learn from all the little hooligans - they hang around like dirty stray dogs and party like they're all turning twenty-one tomorrow - which truly is a sad day
i recently read a great piece by one of these mangy mutts and it inspired me to retell this true story:
its my freshman year of highschool - before classes even began i met one mr james thorsen, was threatened by some assface who didn't like my best pal sal and was ridiculed for wearing green doc marten boots (which i really wish i still owned) - at this point i only knew a few kids and none of them shared my lunch period - so i spent the first week or so eating lunch outside by myself (im not even going to begin to go into the psychology involved - i was living in my own private idaho, in fact i still am) - i would also like to point out that just about every single day that year i ate the same lunch, a small bag of pretzel cheddar combos and a can of ginger ale - one day i figured 'i should meet some of these goons i go to school with' - after i purchased my lunch from the snack machines (which are located on a little stage at one end of the cafeteria) i surveyed the situation - i stood there for a good five minutes and from my lookout i could see some faces i recognized from class, some kids who looked like they might be cool enough to be worth my time but mostly just meatheads i knew i wanted to stay away from - then i noticed two of the dorkiest most obese guys i ever laid eyes on sitting by themselves, scarfing down their lunch - i felt like everyone was watching me just waiting to see where i would sit (of course thats ridiculous but i always feel like im being watched) - i went and sat down right next to those two fatties and enjoyed a nice lunch - and to this day im not really sure why - i felt that i stood out among the crowd (not just because i was standing on the edge of the stage) and that my actions would draw attention - that people would see me sitting with them and figure 'hey if that kid is sitting over there those guys must be pretty cool' - i had good intentions but i dont think my actions were worthy of praise - i was weird and curious - in actuality everyone just thought 'ha nows there's three huge dorks sitting over there' - but i was idealistic back then, i thought i could break down stupid social barriers, i thought i was better than everyone else - and i still think all these things - i rocked that place over the next four years - that day gave me such great momentum - who knows what would have happened to me if i sat somewhere else - i probably have been just another ugly face in the crowd - here's to challenging coventions and to all the mangy strays out there - cheers bob and waldo
yours truly
t.o.n.e.