I remember junior year because it was the year I started finally showing people my lyrics. I would ride on the bus and sit in the back with the kids who were in a grade below me. We’d talk music of the time and pro wrestling, which for years up to that time, I was convinced was what I wanted to do with my life after high school. I’d play video games at one of their houses. With the others, they liked my lyrics, so we talked about starting a band. The problem was that none of us played any instruments. I cannot reinforce this enough: If you write poetry or lyrics, learn to play an acoustic instrument as soon as you can and practice often. They moved on without me, but I still wrote their band a song called Dummy, which was about a dummy come to life. The kid who played guitar in their new band had put music to my lyrics and was surprised that I wrote it. He asked me if I wanted it back? I told him no, I just gave it to him. For a brief period of time, two sisters moved into the house across the street; a freshmen and sophomore, respectively. I remember one time, the sophomore came to the back of the bus and said to the group of us, “Jesse’s sneaking over at night, tapping on my window, trying to get a piece.” It wasn’t true, but I raised my eyebrows & smiled. Then she got real serious and said, “I would never be with you.” The kid I played video games with, I only showed him my lyrics twice. I remember singing him the lyrics and he made fun of me about it. Another day, I went down to his house to show him something new I had written. He played trumpet in the school band, so I wondered if that’s where he was when he didn’t answer the door. I knocked for awhile, because I then thought he might also be taking a nap. I was about to give up and started walking back up the street when I heard him call me back. I felt so bad, because he was actually in his bedroom with a girl and I was interrupting. His parents were working and her parents thought she was staying after school. They both got someone to give them a ride to his house where they were engaging in some cunnilingus. As awkward as it was, they let me go on and sing my new lyrics to them. I guess because she was there, he didn’t trash talk me. She got the friend who drove them both there to come pick her back up and take her back to the high school. After she left, he turned to me and said, “Dude, she was this close.” I told him “You should have left a note that said ancient Chinese proverb on the door. I would’ve known what that meant. I would’ve come back.” He asked me, “Ancient Chinese Proverb?” I said, “Ancient Chinese Proverb, I cum now, you come later.” We had a good laugh about it and it defused the whole situation. HEAR MY SONGS (https://open.spotify.com/album/4UAzn4GvVuHKfzXAdR2uim)

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