School Story:
i believe those who resided in the smoke hole before school and during lunch know that there really isnt enough space here to tell all the stories there is to be told. when not there i was either in class doing what it took to keep the teachers off my case or with my buddies eating atmcdonalds while everyone else was committed to there assignments and learning what was being said to them. in my case most of the time it was why dont you do your work, why do you not care about school, or the ever famous go to the office tommy. in which most cases i ended up leaveing in my truck anyway because i knew thats what the principal was gonna tell me anyway. needless to say i enjoyed those days and dwell on them frequently like the time travis and i were barred from the art wing until our parents came to school to talk to poor old mr. mccoy who me, travis, and joseph madaris drove to the point of wanting to kill us.