Goat roper country pt. 2

Let me set the tone

The year is 1985, we live in a little cabin on a ranch my room has a door that leads to a porch; the door has a crack under it big enough to let spiders, potato bugs and frogs in.  My room, which had I guess at one point been the kitchen had a big sink in it, where the potatobugs would get trapped.  The room is painted one half in pink and one half in purple, with a large pink and purple tye dyed sheet covering the water cistern beneath the sink.  Posters of Billy Idol, Prince, Robert Downey Jr., Rob Lowe, and the rest of the brat pack on my walls.  Heavy Metal, Teen girlie mags and Cosmo flung all around.

My ghetto blaster spouts the Go-Go’s, Prince, The Scorpions and Billy Idol (sometimes I even listened to Kenny Rogers – but please don’t tell anyone).

15 was not an easy age, probably not for anyone, though the cheerleaders with names like Candi, Melissa and Renee always made everything look easy – full of pep, laughter, popularity – while I; ever the outsider, dressed in my bleached jeans, blue lips and safety pins in the ears, survived on the periphery – trying to fool all with my tough attitude.  I bleached those jeans myself by hanging them up on a clothesline and throwing bleach at them, fancying myself a true rebel.

to be continued…