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Picture this, it is 1989 and you are in middle school. Every day for the last few months you have been harassed/beaten up by the same two neanderthal's at the bus stop. "Hey nerd" this and "Give me your lunch money" that. You are in no real position to stop them, you weigh 70 pounds soaking wet and you're lucky they haven't smashed your glasses yet.
One morning you are getting ready for school, a look of anxiety and yesterdays shiner on your face. Your old brother coming down the stairs, notices this and tells you to hold on a minute. He returns minutes later with his walkman and a beat up tin He-man lunch box. You give him a puzzled look as he bends down and whispers in your ear. A slight smirk slowly appears in the corner of your mouth as you process the information that your sibling is bestowing upon you.
As you make your way to the bus stop, headphones around your neck and lunchbox in tow, you make a pit-stop at a neighbors driveway and scoop copious amounts of gravel into the He-man lunch box. Later, as the two hulking jocks approach, you place the headphones over your ears and press play.
Already positioned at track two, the buzzsaw of Spike Cassidy's guitar signals your warcry as you feel a hand gasp your shoulder. Whirling around with quickness, you swing the lunch box with all your might as it crashes into the waiting, drooling jaw of your aggressor. Blood and gravel fly through the air as you connect with a second swing to the back of his comrades head. Seconds later you stand exhausted and triumphant, gravel and goons spread across the sidewalk and Kurt Brecht bellowing in your ear. The bus arrives as a smile washes over your face and the riff consumes you once again.
I don't like those kids fighting on that album cover. That's not nice.
ReplyDeleteThose kids should have a future that doesn't involve fighting.