Remember being 15
Remember drinking fireball on Wednesday night. Hanging out in the underground parking lots of Granville st. Watching your friends tattoo themselves. figuring out how the hell you were going to catch the night bus back to the shore.
Remember skipping school and stuffing your uniform in a plastic bag on the bus... but you kept the kilt on so the boys would know.
Remember the kiss with the boy that had the friend with the hair, but the boy you kissed ended up writing you love letters for years...
Remember beside that church in the cold nights drinking all the whiskeys in the world and listening to what are now distant friends spill their hearts.
i really hope this movie dose not blow or all these memories that play simultaneously to a number of their ballots will be erked with the bad taste of Joan Jett and Lita Ford tearing each others faces off.
