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My Life as a Rebel
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My Life as a Rebel I stumbled onto another members blog, and he had written a wonderful short story about his bad ass life during his senior year at a Catholic high school. That stirred a memory from long ago, so I thought I'd share it here. I'm Catholic, but always went to public schools....however, my Dad always threatened that he'd send me to the local Catholic high school if I didn't get my act together. I wasn't committing crimes or involved with drugs. No. I hung out with a small group of guys...there were eight of us, and we were rebels without a cause other than drinking beer and whiskey, and scoring with girls. We wore blue jeans, white or black T shirts, and denim jackets....and our hair long and unstyled....no perms for us, just run a comb through it and go....we were free!!!!! Although we all played football, we didn't hang out with the jocks, and, of course, we didn't hang out with the preppies, or the stoners. We got along with OK with the motorheads.....as long as we limited our time around them. One can only talk so much about an engine, tranny, gear box, car, truck, etc... We had our own thing going with our beer, rock n roll, and our pursuit of girls. We didn't take crap from anyone....often, one of us was in a fight, but they never lasted long. After the fight, we usually became friends with those we fought with. One of our greatest pleasures on Friday nights was to crash the dances/record hops at the local Catholic high school. One of the group went to the school, so we knew when they had dances. The girls seemed to like us....we weren't the type to wear polyester disco pants and shirts. We'd take over the stereo, making sure our rock n roll music was played....Sabbath, Skynyrd, Deep Purple, Zeppellin, etc. not really dance music, but the girls loved it....it was an escape for them from the pop bubblegum or disco music that was usually played. Sometimes, only a few of our songs were played before we got escorted out, and our cassettes filled with the devil's music confiscated. Yes, we were rebels who bucked the system! But, the girls like that, and would leave also a few minutes later, meeting us in the parking lot where we'd go our own way with our girl in hopes of getting lucky. The fun lasted for three years....after graduation, it was all work work work. Sure we got together and hung out, but it wasn't the same. We had bills to pay, and jobs to go to....we no longer were free, we had responsibilities. Two years after high school, Father H asked me to stop in at the dance one Friday night. As I walked into the gym, I saw a beautiful, redheaded Irish girl with an awesome body....rather than thinking thoughts of lust, I felt something else....I was in love....for the first time in my life, I felt love for a female (other than female family members)..... I was no longer free and no longer a rebel! |
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That was a great story. Thank you for sharing it. My featured post this week: Pulling Fantasy Sex Out of My Ass.
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