i have a nostalgia for some unsettling things, just because it was me back then— and i made it out. i remember a scene where we were forced to make stupid vases out of michelob high life bottles, and i clearly remember the hazy minutes ticking by in slow-mo with the thought in my head, i don't want to do this shit, i never did take the stupid pledge, i faked it. my body mind spirit are not at your service. i'm not doing battle for your dumocrisy schmucks, i'll stick it till the pinewood derby, then so long suckers, i'm gonesville! but in reality i was soul shy, i probably said nothing, but i did squirm free with my balsa wood prize, my dreamy racer, light as air and fast as light.