When I went to junior high school, I noticed right away that there were “the cool kids” and then there was everybody else. The cool kids played sports and wore rugby pants, beer shirts and jean jackets with “Def Leppard” patches on the back.
The cool kids smoked, got into fights and went to parties with the prettiest girls in school (where I assumed there must have been lots and lots of sex happening).
I on the other hand had short spiky hair, listened to new wave music and hung out with the punk rockers and nerds from band class (where there wasn’t lots and lots of sex happening). We made fun of the cool kids and said how we didn’t want to go to their parties anyways.
Then in the summer of 1984 I discovered something that changed my life…