Hang loose
My sister finally got home from New Zealand. It was a short exchange program thing where little 14 year olds are given the chance to experience a different culture. Well done. The merits of a modern education. The only time I went abroad during my secondary school years was to Johor. And it was a bowling trip. Anyway, I decided to do a little experiment at home. I tried to bring the modern American culture into the house. So here goes. I started by calling my mother by her first name. American punks do that right? Well I got scolded. She told me to have some respect. I then walked around the house with my shoes on. I got scolded even more. I even had to mop the house damn it. Being determined, I decided to press on. I started using explicit language and blasting R&B which contained even more explicit language. Okay that one passed off. She did not really have much of a response. Now my last test drove her crazy. I got fake tattoos and started showing them off like there's nothing wrong with them. She was about to chase me out of the house I swear. I saw a side of my mom I'll never wish to see again.

ps. It might have not been the tattoo itself? Maybe it was the design. It was one of those skull ones with death written across. Oh well *shrugs