teenage man

i have neglected to tell you that for the past two months i have been living in a garage again. well not so much a garage as a cabana.like the guy from the O.C. which i haven't seen, but apparently its like the guy in the O.C. this cabana/ gadge has a shower and a sink and a stove top. theres a pool next to it and its definitely a step up from my last gadge*.

this constant gadge dwelling has prompted my friend Nick to label me "teenage Man".
fair enough. in my gadge there is a bass guitar, and a strokes poster, and above my bed a picture of the veronicas (hot). we have created a teenage man mythology.

Teenage man is a sort of super hero. he has superior teenage skills. for example, he is an excellent texter. he knows how to operate an ipod faster than any other teenager has ever seen. he can sleep in for longer than any other teenager he knows. he skateboards better than any other teenager. he rides his bike better. he watches more cheech and chong and bruce lee films and owns more wu tang and general rap paraphernalia than any teenager known to man. he smokes bongs better and so on and so forth... he is the idol of his teenage peers...

until they discover that he is nearly thiry.

* refer to archives April/ may