Thinking back to when I was 16, Unloved and typical. Seems this is where it took place, the trasformation of High school.It never seems far enough away,In a short dance of rembrence,I was holding you. School was like every school.More teachers lost there minds,then the acid freaks. Still should have worked there,you can learn alot more from a crazy person,then a  sane  .Everyone in the whole damn place was high on something . From  mushrooms ,ectasy ,cocaine ,prescriptions,payote ,herion, weed,caffine,Oxy.Modern to aletering states yellow, green,blue oras,Uppers,righters,lefters,downers, happy ,sad,angry,tired,awake,spinny,High,Higher, laughy,crying. There was only a few good teachers in the place.Mr.Zulky,It was art,He was a hippie.But there was no need to say that.He liked me more then any of them. He was a nice man,some said a relitive of jesus,But i never believed it. He would say "hello,my name is Mr.zulky, Today will be like every day it is art,it an expression of the self,yourself".To Mrs.Gribsy, the only math teacher who ever made sense.Hope the foam paded roam suites you well,I guess the number's got to her after a while.Notice myself doing it sometimes.To Mr.kelly the vietnam vet,he would have sudden flash backs of gernades going off, motor incoming, machine guns, Assortments of mines, men screaming, blood flying,body parts,napalm,agent orange,  dead friends, dead strangers, opium,hookers. It must had quite a terrifying experience.He'd wake up saying thing about tom,"did you give the droop cordinates", "Did you radio headquaters". We would tell him the war was over, and tom was okay,he met a short girl,blond hair,blue eyes,a perfect nazi women.He would be laughing, euphoric, Screaming bloody murder,wishing he was back home. Jolt eratically,spine quiver like a fish out of water,It was as if you were watching a play,he was acting out the sceen's,you felt there. I felt sorry for him he seemed more like a office person.To Mr.RuDD, you were a king in a land of fools, I do not rember what you taught me,though as they say "oh well".

 I was a c d student, so that meant i was not okay,average.I never combed or brushed my hair, I never cared for this would be a forgotten past,and a unwanted one. It was as if they built  a cliff out of a layer's of lie's,then they pushed you off,they said "goodbye,good luck". They had said i was special,I should be in special classes,they had promoted me from the average student,to the smartest kid in the class room. Here there mind were a horse,i was the machine.My mother has found she liked pain killers,so did I, had also found  I liked pink floyd.I would blare headphones,flying to the cosmos and universe,I dreaming a dream of a end,When i woke up i was dissapoiting.

Seemed as some people walked throught these doors tre lifes were changed forever, tell some people would never make it,for it a war. More virginity's lost,hearts broken,preps greasers,hicks,junkies,hippies,thiefs,murder rapists. On weekends we would wander around,with the car packed full of beer.A 5 thousand pound death machine,with fires under the dash,beer dousing,cigrettes ligthen then thrown out. At 75 it felt as infinte,the motor screamed thbearings grind,feel the bolts loosening as it rattles,shakes. It is 4 door,purple,station wagon. The steering was as crooked and misplaced as we were.  certinaly no one is gong to like you for who you are. the feelng of these hallways were the edge of a razor blade.Suprised not more people died. They had told me I was diffrent,my mind was no like there's.They could operate but it was expensive.