memories
Listening to this reminds me of high school...sneaking out and going over to Les's house. We would stay up listening to this album (and some others), drinking hot cokes & sprites, eating lucky charms, and looking at thousands of baseball cards. Wow. Those are some good memories.
I would ever so carefully climb out my window or walk through the house, out the door to the garage, and then out the side door to the outside. I would run down my street, so no one would catch me. I would walk (in the shadows) down Wilcrest, to the bayou, where I would walk along the bed. It was so much easier to hide from cops there than on the street. I would turn on to Boone Road (for the half block), then cut through the neighborhood to get to his house. It was about a twenty minute walk. I also snuck out to other friends houses. Les's house was just the main one. He has always been one of my best-friends. He has always just been cool to hang out with. (I was a bad kid, a rebel.)
I would ever so carefully climb out my window or walk through the house, out the door to the garage, and then out the side door to the outside. I would run down my street, so no one would catch me. I would walk (in the shadows) down Wilcrest, to the bayou, where I would walk along the bed. It was so much easier to hide from cops there than on the street. I would turn on to Boone Road (for the half block), then cut through the neighborhood to get to his house. It was about a twenty minute walk. I also snuck out to other friends houses. Les's house was just the main one. He has always been one of my best-friends. He has always just been cool to hang out with. (I was a bad kid, a rebel.)
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