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On the I just want to ride an enduro bike ignore all of my old man shirt and by the same token and day in question we went to the National Typewriter Museum. I know what you are thinking, what the fuck, they have a place in Kansas City thats just a museum for typewriters? No, they don’t. They USED TO HAVE a place that was a museum for typewriters. We were terrible, knocking over trashcans, yelling, throwing shit, it was like someone had brought a bunch of monkeys out of their cages and let them go in a typewriter museum. And as soon as we got there 5 kids immediately crawled into cabinets and hid and pretended to be Anne Frank, the rest of us would go look for them and pretend to be Nazi soldiers, like I said we were terrible. The teachers had had enough, they were fuckin pissed. This wasn’t late in the afternoon, this was at like 11:30am. They said thats enough, all of you go get on the bus. Well all the Anne Frank kids are still hiding so they had to find those little fuckers meanwhile the rest of us were on the bus unsupervised going crazy, fuckin rockin that bus back and forth. I pulled the emergency brake and yep, sure enough, it started rolling down the hill. Paul, (very, very crazy guy, almost psychotic now that I think about it) jumped in front of the parking brake and stretched his arms across the front row and screamed YEAH WE ARE GOING DOWN TOGETHER! Not funny Paul we said as we tried to rush past but he wasn’t joking either, he wanted us all to die together. The first two kids that rushed past he hit in the nuts as hard as he could. I felt responsible because it was me that pulled the brake so I hurtled my body at Paul but he blocked me and I went careening into the windshield. I looked back to the rear of the bus and people were jumping out the back scared. I forgot to say this but at this school but there was a strict dress code. The boys had to wear khakis and we lined up on Wednesday mornings before school to make sure our hair was not too long. Because we all know if there is anything Jesus hates its long hair and denim.

I just want to ride an enduro bike ignore all of my old man shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt

Also short skirts, I guess Jesus hates that. This was back when they still did corporal punishment and most of the I just want to ride an enduro bike ignore all of my old man shirt and by the same token and girls I knew had been paddled for having skirts that were too short. Which, now that I think about it and knowing what a creep our headmaster is, taking girls in the back office alone to paddle them because their skirt was too short is so fuckin creepy. The last time I remember getting paddled was for blasphemy, my teacher was sick and queasy so when he prayed for lunch his voice cracked and he goes A—–meeeen. I jumped up in the back and yelled, A—–meeeen and he beat the shit out of me with a giant wooden paddle for blaspheming Gods Holy name. So there I was crumpled up against the windshield from Paul’s defensive blow watching the back door fly open and scared kids jumping out and rolling into the ditch. In that moment I remember it being beautiful though, a slow motion parachute jump with dresses flying in the wind amid the cacophony of sound.

1. Length is measured from the highest point on the collar down to the bottom hem. 2. Width is measured across the body of the shirt under the armpits, one way. 3. Sleeves are measured from center back to hem.