oh how i loved my high school sweet heart's bedroom.
experiencing so many things like smoking weed with a girl, kissing after smoking weed with a girl, getting my legs naired (not too proud of that), listening to lil' adam run around the house talking about lizards, and listening to great tunes.
i would bring over maybe some sonic youth, swirlies or skinny puppy. we would blaze it up and than mack down.
after a while, if it started to get heavy, she might put on some "le sexorcisto", megadeth or some "pretty hate machine" just to keep the mood right.
but one day she put on this tape that had a familiar symbol on it.
a symbol that i had only seen once before.
in sal's room, my neighbor at the time, on an album called "christ the album".
i probably said something like, "heeeeey is this crass? where's steve ignorant? this is the shit, let's make out!"
all i remember after that was that we loved to make out to that record... cocteau twins came later.
oh btw... this is my favorite punk album.
baddest shit they put out, in my book.
and not just because all the mackin' either.
MAKE OUT
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