Thirty years ago there was a neighborhood kid named Wade who talked like a gangsta Sling Blade, had a satellite dish, and in his gangsta talk would go on and on about how much pornography he got to watch. He was eleven. I didn't know quite what that meant, as I was much (much) younger than him (in fact, I may not have even been born yet). Anyway, I never hung around him long enough to hear any details as he was a complete idiot.
One day he invited a bunch of us neighborhood kids to his house to watch this new channel that was coming on the satellite. It was called MTV. And it became the reason I spent most of my early life dressing like a punk rock hillbilly. A specific thank you to Devo.
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8 hours ago
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Its cool to hear first hand from someone who was around then, I like how you started with a story.
Where is the "like" button, dammit!
Thanks Pam, I will work on that option. And heather, i am glad you liked this, I am really only twenty five and made the whole thing up. I need to work on my lying too. Xo
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