I'm really just a Teen-age Girl

I  mean the title says it all now doesn't it or maybe i'm just a hopeless romantic all pilled up on my couch, yes in a trifecta of mundane posts i give you my wild night watching Pretty In Pink, a fucking classic in my book, reminds me of being 15 and stealing schnapps out of my friends mother's liquor cabinet and smoking grass in home-made tinfoil bowls, the real life Andie was the theatre girl i've mentioned in passing whose family ran a funeral parlor, of course she was a brunette and not a redhead but it all shakes out now doesn't it, but being 15 and hoping to be in love one day says all kinds of horrible things about me i'm sure, i mean i'm this tall bad ass ex-hoodlum, i should only fuck not be in love and though at the ripe old age of 40 i'm now jaded and bitter enough to know that i do only fuck there's nothing wrong with a bit of nostalgia on a quiet summer night...

I'd be remiss though if i didn't throw in a brief bit on the Furs though, see i saw the Psychedelic Furs at Blossom Music Center in Cleveland back in 1987 at the ripe old age of 16, the Smithereens opened the show and a bunch of us went and we got bombed on pony bottles of Little King's Cream Ale and weed, it was the first time in my life that i'd somewhat hook-up with two girls in one night, one was my recent ex-girlfriend and after i started making out on the lawn with another girl she decided that maybe she wasn't ready to let me go just yet, so she pulled me away and started kissing me and soon i was going back and forth between the two and engaging in what could only be called "Heavy Petting", which happens to be a favorite phrase of mine, the Furs recent album was Midnight to Midnight i believe and though it wasn't one of their finer ones i certainly did like it, and while i rolled in the grass with two girls alot of other shenanigans were being engaged in by my friends, of course there always has to be some downers there and the old couple, basically 17 yr. old's who acted like they'd been married and attending church for the last 25 years, were appalled at our behavior and started herding us toward the car during the encore of this song, i stopped at the top of a hill and told them to hold the fuck on and my ex stuck her tongue down my throat and wrapped her hand around, well, a rather sensitive and swollen area of my body and i listened to the Furs rock and had i been old enough or aware enough i would have realized that this was one of the best nights of my young life, even if the ex did tell me that i was a hopeless case and there was no chance of a reconciliation as we walked towards the car... not that i wanted any, i really just wanted to get laid to top my night off... nothing beat the ride back to the West Side with cool air blowing into the open windows of the back seat of someones parents car, i do believe i was quiet as i watched the scenery roll along, a slight smile on my lips, the possibilities of a lifetime ahead of me...