And got picked last in gym class
and first in band class.
Nope I was the punk ass, dope smoking, mofo that had no interest in hanging with repressed closeted homos that walked around in the locker room or on the field smackin' each others asses, nor was I interested in blowin' some flute and wearing a pocket protector. I was more interested rocking to death metal and punk rock tunes, skipping class, hitting the bong on the lift ride up, and tearing up the freshies in Big and Little Cottonwood Canyons, while the rest of you all was sitting on your asses in class learning how to be sheep so you can serve your capitalist society well. Beyotches!!!