[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar enters] [slide guitar swell] [Verse 1] [spoken male vocals] Couldn't drive yet. I developed a BMX gang in our small hometown. And we would all run the streets. And one day, most of my friends were into like pills and like, I smoked weed with them occasionally, like once or twice, like that was the first time I ever experienced it, it wasn't a big thing, but they were all into like pills. So we're going fishing at the quarry, right? Like we're just, we all got our rods, we're rolling down the street, literally cars behind us, like just wait, just waiting behind us because we're like ten wide just taking over the whole road. Like, ah, so funny. And my one buddy was on perks, apparently. And he just swerved off to the left randomly, like nodded out, and just smashed face first into a parked mail truck. Just lit them up, like completely lit them up. Knocked them off his bike, broke his rod. He got up instantly, to his credit, got back on his bike and we're all like, "John, are you okay, bro? Like what the, that was wild." He's like, "Yeah, I'm good." We just keep the flying V going down to the quarry. Get to the quarry, roll down through our trail. Finally I walk out on the dock and I hear, "Hey Roop, can I get a chew off of you?" And I'm like, "Oh, sorry John, I only have one left, that's the last one, brother. I wish, like we'll have to go get some after this." We're fourteen, so it's really hard to get them, you know? We have these tactics, I told you that story before. So he pulls his sweatshirt off and everybody else is like, "Oh, John took his sweatshirt off! Roop, get ready!" And I'm like, "Fuck, what the fuck?" I'm at the end of the dock. So I like walk around him while he's taking his sweatshirt off. He's all fucked up, he's on perks, he don't know what the hell is going on. So I was like, "Dude, what? I have one chew left, you're not getting my last chew." My rod's in the water, his rod's in the water, because we both dropped our rods off the dock while this was happening. He comes at me, swings, like a haymaker, like a madman on perks at fourteen. You know, I just, I was so brushed, I was just like, "What? Whoa!" No problem. He comes around again and I was like, "John, pull your shit together, bro, you're not getting my last chew. It's fine, like you're crazy, let's go fishing, our rods are sinking." He throws another one, so I tackle him to the ground, pinned him to the ground, held his arms behind his head, and was like, "Dude, what is wrong with you? Calm down." And he headbutted me. And I was like, "Aha, bro, okay." So I hit him as hard as I fucking could and he tried to headbutt me again and I hit him in the eyebrow and brushed my hand. Like completely demolished my hand hitting him in the eyebrow because he was trying to headbutt me. Ruined our summer. We were still friends after that, he was just all fucked up, you know? I was just trying to settle him. I actually had my cast on my hand formed in the shape of like a circle so I could hold my bike handles so I could still ride the bike. [Outro] And then I fucked his sister. [acoustic guitar continues] [slide guitar fades out]
