there he was, the kid from registration. Dee, honey I told you, you’re not allowed to hook-up up anymore.. Xxnx I got a good look at him. I take a vanilla primetime out from my pocket, light it, and suck in a decent amount of silky goodness before I unlock the front door.. I pull up to the security booth, flash my school ID and license and find a parking space. but only for a quick moment. I get there in time and get through all the introductions. But still, I was on that Nascar status. By now, the patio was filled up with seniors comparing classes and catching up from their summer breaks. This kid, right here. I plugged my headphones into my sidekick and started listening to Coldplay.




















