I think I have entered a strange world of retarded sounds and explicid images. Never have I seen such a waste of musical talent. Devo was a damn good drummer in my opinion but he had problems with adjusting to certain people. In his school days he was the type of kid you thought had been dropped on his head when he was little. The fool would act like a faggot monkey and spit chocolate moon pie at you.
He would constantly get his school books and toss them in a shower room. Soon Mrs. Croner would find Devo’s French and math books getting soaked.
“Devon,” she said. “Explain to me how this happened.
She confronted him after class was over. In her right hand was his Spanish book that looked like wet paper mush and his math book looked like a dog had urinated on it.
“What?” Devon asked, trying to act innocent.
“You’ve practically distroyed school property!” she began to scream.
“Fuck the school,” he said. “You know why? Because evidently it loves sex because it always fucks me.”
She was very upset now.
“Go to the office.”
“No.”
“Go to the office now!”
Devo showed her his middle finger.
“You little fuck!” she said. “How dare you flip me off! I want you out of my class!”
“Cool but as for me walking into the office I say no.”
Mrs. Croner grabbed Devo and took his ass to Mr. Plunket’s office. Devo tried to break free but his attempts were failing. Soon Mrs. Croner shoved Devo into the office and slammed the door shut. It surprised Mr. Plunket whenever Devo flew back into the red chair and came crashing down.
“Okay,” Plunket said. “What has he done now?”
“He’s being a little shit head!”
Devo got up and said, “Croner’s making this up! I would never be a shit head!”
The principal shook his head in disbelief.
“Why do you constantly raise hell in this school?” he asked.
Devo shrugged.
“I’m a good kid Mr. Plunket.”
“Really?” he said. “Then why not start acting like one?”
“Well, I hate this school. It pisses me off when I hear the same shit about how to add more of the green to the the blue. ”
“What?”
“Exactly, what the fuck is that green shit? Do you think I really care about what the mother fuckers in the hall say?”
“What is bothering you? Is it them?” Plunket asked.
“You’re damn right it’s them! Popularity is their way of life. It’s like trying to pull a mosquito away from blood but you can’t because they fucking suck!”
“What does that have to do with you being in my office?”
Devo then started to look at him funny. He got up out of his chair and went up to the principal’s desk.
“I’ll be good from on,” Devo said. “I promise.”
Plunket did not want to deal with him so he let him go but an hour later more trouble came.
Devo met up with me right after he got out of the office.
“This is a great idea man.” he told me.
“I don’t know if I want to do this.” I told him.
“Come on don’t be wussy.”
Again, I questioned his motives but for some reason my stupidity got the best of me. I was going to be part of one of his adventures. Three full weeks of suspention. Hell, even I needed a fucking break from school. We went to the gym where the girl’s volleyball team was practicing. This would be a moment that I would never forget. Both of us went into the rest room and prepared the attack. (Well, if you want to call it an attack.) Actually this was more like a “take a look at this”.
Devo and I ran in the gym and ran around the two groups of girls. They were speechless. And why do you ask? Because both of us running around naked.