August 15th, 1999
Top of the morning to ya,
It's a rare thing that you see me up and at 'em before high noon. But here I sit at 9 am munching on a bowl of sugar treats and milk and feeling all a chipper inside. I have no idea why. Maybe something is toying with my body chemistry.
Anyways I keep my ear to the ground for all things hip and when I heard about the skate boys were going one step further in their quest for body modification I thought it might be of interest to my viewing audience.
I always thought I was the radical one when I got my ear pierced way back in the 80's but nowadays (insert grandpa voice) these darn kids will do anything they can to themselves. Just because your body is a temple doesn't mean you should drill a hole in your nose and stick the church bell in there.
Heck, going even further back in time, I thought I was ultra hip when I got that gothic devil lock in the front bangs of my hair. Yea baby, I was a happening new wave circus onto myself. I was a new romantic. I was new wave. I was high styling and floating miles above the regular crowd. Mom was always supportive and never said a thing about my style (or lack of). If I was some kid's father and he came home with horns stuck on top of his head the first thing I would do is go down and get 'em myself. Then I'd go and start hanging out with him. Wouldn't take too long before he wouldn't be caught dead wearing those things. Cause as soon as the parent starts digging something then you can bet your bottom dollar little Johnny ain't gonna think it's cool no more.
While I'm thinking of it and I have the whole day in front of me I better go and start spending my unborn kid's inheritance.
Derek "going out of my head" Barnes