But watch out for those rogue hacky sacks…

I’ve decided that it’s time for your annual stroll down memory lane, so get your oldest pair of Chuck’s on and quit your bitching. I’m wearing Doc Martin’s, a plaid dress a la Angela Chase in My So-Called Life and my hair just might be Crimson Glow’s ugly stepsister. I’m in the not-so-hallowed halls of Tiverton High School and here, shit lives in reverse from the rest of the country. Cheerleaders are dorks and our football players are so bad that we choose to root for the soccer team instead. So who does that leave us with as the objections of our teenage lust and affection? Yep, you got it: the skaters. more…