It's March, winter time in Canada, you go home for lunch since the school is just a couple of blocks away, you eat your soup and you say some stupid teenager thing I guess, first thing you know as you bend down to slurp your soup your mother from hell slaps you really hard in the back of the head and doing so slams your face into your bowl of boiling soup. You scream in rage and run out of the table, you grab your coat on your way out but mother from hell wrestles you with it and plays tug of war and wins as you let her fall on her ass in the stairwell.
You're out in March with your shirt on. You can't go to school because mother from hell is gonna track you there and humiliate you some more.
So you hang around til you can't take the cold anymore and you have to go back home with your tail between your legs.
The school next day gives you 9 detentions, 3 per period you missed. You already have 6 detentions a week because Sister Graziella Hurtibise the music teacher took a dislike to you and banned you from her class so you're in til the end of the year HELL they might keep you in detention for the summer vacations.
My sister the year after ended up in Sister Graziella Hurtibise the year after the only thing she heard was
You're a CAISSY? OUT! OUT! OUT!
She was traumatised and I had ruined the name forever.
But yeah Runaway Train been there done that shooting crystal meth in back alleys taking acid with my redneck half brother and he went to dob me in so I was in no hurry to go home again,
They say music is a time machine so there it goes
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