1969 Part I

Mr. Ball
He was my 6th grade science teacher.
He was cool cuz' we got to touch
human brains and stuff.
I remember we were a little nuts
just getting our first dribbles of testosterone.
My best freind was elected class president
promising Coke in the drinking fountains
and a swimming pool in the middle of the soccer field.
He won.
He also never met a single campaign promise.
Sometimes we would take field trips down to Rat Beach
looking for scientific shit.
Found a dead sea lion once.
Stunk like shit.
I found other stuff too.
I remember calling my mom from school one day.
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ME: "Mom? Can you pick me up at school?"
MOM: "What's the matter? Did you miss the bus?"
ME: "Kinda."
MOM: "What do you mean, 'kinda'?"
ME: "The stupid bus driver lady wouldn't let me on the bus."
MOM: "Why not???"
ME: "I kinda have this spear gun thing."
MOM: "WHAT?"
ME: "I found a spear gun and she wouldn't let me take it on the bus."
MOM: "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? WHERE DID YOU GET A SPEAR GUN?"
ME: " I found it on our field trip. It was buried in the sand but it works and it's real cool!"
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Well. She picked me up.
She even let me keep the spear gun.
Mom was cool.
She still is.
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Next: Part II........ The Bus Driver Gets Bombed
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Speargun!!
Roll on partII.S.

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Tres bien, encore...BR