Relics of Youth
As I moved to a new apartment in Medford I excavated the bedroom that I grew up in at home. With all my nostalgia reflexes suppressed I managed to throw a number of things away. Nonetheless the experience was an accelerated trip through my adolescence -- always enjoyable.
The Pittsburgh Pirates hat that I wore every day for 3 years.
Sobe bottles that I collected until they made too many flavors to keep track of.
A cowbell that sat on my desk all through high school -- origins unknown.
The receipt from my first tattoo, 5 months after I turned 18.
Assorted signage swiped from gas stations, record stores and elsewhere.
If it all looks like teenage rebellion let me assure you it wasn't.