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| Let's see... when I was 7, I played hooky with my older brother. And I used to clean up after his booze and pot binges so our parents wouldn't find out. | |
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| At 12, my friends and I started stealing booze from our parents, and smoking cigs and rope. I was into my brother's Penthouses, which he got from an old queer who blew him while I waited in the car. | |
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| When I was 13, I got slightly busted for shoplifting and also climbing on the roof of a supermarket. I stopped doing schoolwork and drew nasty cartoons instead. I learned to make bombs. | |
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| At 14, we my older pal got his driver's license, so we "landscaped" and burned half a golf course. There was a reward out for us, so we planted a rumor that one of our enemies did it. | |
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| Then he and I held up some convenience stores, and his dad bought off the DA so we went to the funny farm instead of jail. He's a preacher now. Our accomplice is dead-- he took cyanide from his lab. | |
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| And I still wanna know WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE KIDS TODAY? | |
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