  A little while ago I was sitting in my room reading and listening to the radio, something I rarely do(listen to the radio) and while I was doing all of this a song came on. The werid thing is that I remember the exact place and time when I first heard it. It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. I was sitting in my room listening to the radio and talking on the phone to the only girlfriend I have ever had.Sad right? Yeah I know, so I got to thinking about all of my firsts. You know the first time you did something significant in your life. (Example) first time you drank a beer, smoked pot, kissed a girl, first job etc.......... I began to feel a little nostalgic for these certain things. I started to remember things that I had once forgotten. I started to remember the way I felt at these moments and the way everything smelled and what not. I remember the first time I rode a bike, my dad taught me. It wasn't the; let me hold the bike while you peddle slowly next to me while you learn balance. I sat on the bike, he grabbed the back of the seat, gathered some strength and shoved me full tilt into the street.
Very effective; if you think about it in a moment like that you have no choice, fall or ride and I guess I rode. I remember the first time I kissed a girl, who dosen't? It was in her room, I can still smell her and the room. Her and I in a dark airconditioned room sitting on some little recliner thing that squeeked everytime you moved. She was sitting on my lap and in the cold darkness history happened. Boys 2 men was on the hi-fi and the room smelled of dead roses.
The smell was a little relaxing as I remebered it. A small line of light creeped underneath the closed and locked door. The muffled voices of party goers just on the other side. That was the summer life changed. The summer of 94'. After that, new school, new friends, new everything. The time in life when you discovering yourself and everything else.
Who knew it would last so long? I'm none the bit wiser than I was 7 years ago. I remember the first day of kindergarten, the first time a lot of kids were away from their parents for the first time in life. I can remember the smell of crayons and finger paints. I recall the alphabet rug that was standard in every kinder class. I picked the P to pay tribute to the last name. A good portion of the kids crying as their parents left them behind in the company of a stranger. Some completetly losing their minds when their parents walked away, When my mom left I wanted to cry just as bad but i held that shit in. I had this huge afro with a chunk cut out of it right in the front. The night before I had an unpleasent experience involving a huge speaker and my head. So that chunk missing was replaced by a few stiches holding my 5 year old skull together. I had temporarily forgotten about that head wound untill lunch time when I was the freak of the school and everyone had to come marvel at the boy with string in his head. I think maybe thats were my fear of social eviroments comes in. After school when my mom came to pick me up I was never more glad to see her, then I unleashed the beast on her for making me go to school and exposing my giant freak head.
Ok last one, the first time I got drunk. This girls house, her name slips my mind right now. Nice trip into the archives huh? Anyway, she had this rad ass pool and her brother was old enough to by beer, her parents were out of town. Could this be more perfect? So, he buys beer and bottles of booze, when your 14 you have no knowledge of whats good and whats not. So eveyone is downing they could put their little hands on. So you have a backyard full of 14 year old drunken idiots.
So you have that one kid who thinks cause he's drunk he can go and be an idiot, you have the kids who think their harcore and are sitting on the patio smoking cigaretts, saying to themselves"look at all these immature kids. " In actuallity their the sissies that didn't drink anything and if they did they would go home reaking of booze and get grounded.
So I myself was just getting trashed beyond all comprehension, someone has the bright idea of getting in the pool and doing whatever drunkards do in a pool. I see a shiet load of hot chicks get in the pool so I'm all for it. I get in having a blast, totally drunk and the next thing I know I'm bleeding a tad from the head. Yes once again I'm bleeding out of my giant freak head. It turns out that some jerk decided it was cool to fall down and in the process chuck his/her bottle 'o' wine cooler in my direction. So my head is bleeding just a little so that somebody notices and I have a crowd of people surronding me asking me if I'm alright.
"YEAH I'M COOl! " the blood coming out of my head feels real good against my drunkin skin. Next thing I know I'm sleeping in some corner of some room in some house with a barrage of chicks surrounding me. YEAH! My head in some chicks lap, girls laying on my hungover legs, it was great. So I advise the getting hit in the head to get girls routine . Hey it worked for me at some point. Hey that guy in the bandana is puking in your pool ! Some guy to some chick about some guy in a red bandana. By the way the song that started all of this was an 'Ace of Base' song.....yeah yeah I know 
