  scenes from a mini mall googaplex Ive regressed now fully into the life and times of a jr. high school student. Being around Trevor and his pal, Mike Owens, is a total kick in the pants. The times havent changed so much as I figured they would have in the past decade or two.
Sex on the brain still occurs far before the act is ever a part of ones actual reality. And little comes of conversation before its yoked back into more talk of sex. Technological advancements haven't accelorated nuttin'. The drive home from the movie tonight included discussions of porn, tapping that ass of someone named well, I forgot. Theyll insist its because I dont know her. Back to porn again and lines spoken by Dave Chappelle.
Upon arriving home, they wound themselves up making disparaging statements about ugly chicks before running off into the other side of the house to get on the phone and the nightly IM scene. I, meanwhile, have to laugh at how much I can still keep up with the juvenile male mind. There are plenty of things that would never been spoken about from my own initiation, but that doesnt mean that I dont enjoy being a part of it when the commentary has already reached full-swing. Mike was like (yes, I need to use the proper parlance  its more effective): M: Do chicks look at porn?
Me:  I do. T: Charlotte has her dads old Madonna Penthouse issue. M: Really? Me: I inherited his stash, are you kidding? I wasnt about to let my mom throw that away. M: But doesnt your dad look at girls. Me: Yep. - pause - And then knowing laughter between me and Trevor. He knows Im queer, and I almost make it a point not to shut my mouth about it to his friends.
Like, what possible role models do they have aside from the possibility of a relative? I know I wont be seeing either of them for the rest of the night. Im left to either watch TV (gag) or to toss in one of my movies. Or continue to blog. I have a couple more things to say, so Ill go on About the party I went to in between scenes at a mini mall googaplex. 
