A short story,
When I was in 6th grade we had this history class where we were asked to dress up like a character from a book we were reading. We got the opportunity to choose the book, of course, I chose a biography of Kurt Cobain. I don't remember which one.
I came to school with carefully shredded jeans, bleached blonde hair, flannel shirt and my dad's white Fender Strat guitar. It was a really good presentation. I mean, you know. I got hazed a lot by the kids, but I felt like I was really you know trying to be awesome.
I was always trying to impress the older kids at the school. The rocker kids. I would try and brag about the concerts I was going to go to even though I didn't really know much about anything. It wasn't very awesome.
There's nothing that sexy about copying people.
Later I dyed my hair purple and tried to be cool by being weird and even more obnoxious. It didn't really work very well and I didn't make many friends.
Eventually, I left that school and went to another school where I got into even more trouble trying to impress and even sketchier crowd...
- Jamund
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