Oh damn... I was a king!!!
Once I turned 16, I signed a slip of paper that allowed me to call myself out of school.
Before that, I had to sit at home all night waiting for the fucking phone to ring, and the recording 'Your son/ or daughter missed 1 or more classes today... blah, blah, blah...'
One of my friends and I were really bad about it. He didn't have a 2nd hour, I didn't have a 3rd. We'd always say, you don't go to 3rd, I won't go to 2nd.
Since we had no beaches or lakes around... we usually drove around the town, smashing mailboxes or garbage dumpsters full of trash. My buddy had a 69 Ford LTD. Fucking thing was all steel. It could take a garbage can at 80+. We had some great baseball bats for mailbox bashing... and some great firecrackers to blow shit up.
Smoking cig's... we'd go out and cause all sorts of shit!!!
Come to think of it... not much has changed. I still hang out with him, and we're just as bad when we finally get to pull a well deserved 'Ferris Bueller day.'
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