Check out this awesome picture of the girl who taught me: how to smoke cigarettes, how to hit a bong, what Pink Floyd was, the importance of a leather jacket, the existance of stretch jeans. Not to mention older boys, make-up and SUNGLASSES. I didn’t emulate her fashion/hair sense though, that just needs to be said.
I’m not trying to stereotype based on appearance or whatever but you meet a chick like this after spending 10 years in an uptown Manhattan private school, and you are just going to be so fucking blown away she’s not kicking your ass and taking your lunch money that you’ll do anything she says. Plus she’s your neighbor. And where I lived, neighbor means a quarter mile down the road, so you take what you can get.
Circa 1994, on an eighth grade field trip to Washington D.C. Yes, the person pictured above is in eighth grade and not 35 years old.
