A nice way to start your Friday. And mine.
This song takes me back... 2nd grade, living in Griffin, Georgia, walking home from Third Ward Elementary every day with my sister Gina. There was a group of bullies who used to harass us sometimes on the walk. My mom and dad told us to ignore them and we did, but that just made them more persistent.
One day the head bully grabbed the back of my sister's bike and wouldn't let go. The harder she tried to pedal, the tighter he held on. She started crying, the other boys laughed, and I took my beloved Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp metal lunchbox and slammed it over bike-grabber's head so hard that the thermos inside shattered. Everything went silent as he stood there for a second with a blank, shocked look on his face, which slowly began to contort until he let out a banshee wail and ran screaming up the street, his friends in tow. Then I started crying because I knew I would be in big trouble for 1) fighting and 2) breaking my second thermos in as many weeks.
I was wrong--I didn't get spanked or even yelled at, but commended for taking up for my sister. I also got a new lunchbox, because that one was pretty much shot. The punks never bothered us again; I don't even remember seeing them on our street after that. Maybe they found a new route to school.
Then that weekend I got to sleep over with my friend Scott Lindsey, who told me that women wore maxi-pads to muffle their farts. I believed this for at least a month until I asked my mom and she set me straight. After she stopped laughing, that is.
Ahh.. good times.