What About Bob.

I have an overwhelming urge to make you see Bob Dylan in my light; so here it goes though I never felt more like I'm gonna fail. Dylan needs me to watch his back like I needed that cyst I had removed from mine an hour ago...

First ride to summer school after switching from Strake Jesuit College Prep to Mirabeau B. Lamar Public High School, picked up by two strange girls got hooked up with by my mom. One is all punked out and the other kinda hippie freak. I'm looking pretty Members' Only dumb myself. I ask what the Butthole Surfers sticker on the glove compartment means and what station is this. KTR Who? Hard Rain comes on the radio and hippie freak asks us to hush on account of it being one of her favs and she sings along. Bob Dylan. The Kikkers teased him. The Elitists own him. And I luv him cuz he, these two girls, and the Butthole Surfers said I could sing.