Monthly Archives: January 2010

Update: The Girl With Five Names

No sign of Lucia.  Sigh.

Defying Physics, or: The Return of the Butt Rockers

I did something I shouldn’t have.  I was on Facebook, idly reading the news feed, and someone I went to junior high with had commented on a photo.  I peered at the thumbnail and recognized it instantly: assembled before a spindly tree at San Marcos Junior High, it was the “butt rockers,” a moderately influential clique of flannel-wearing, Metallica-worshipping, self-styled eighth grade rebels.  They allegedly spent their weekends smoking pot and crystal meth and dropping acid.  I had no idea if this was actually true, because they never invited me.

Despite their cringe-inducing moniker and recreational drug use, I longed to be accepted into their ranks.  They were the first people I encountered who seemed truly cool in a James Dean sort of way.  Before the butt rockers, “cool” was the mantle of the popular assholes at my elementary school.  But those people weren’t cool; they followed their leaders like a flock of sheep and wore cutesy outfits.  The butt rockers were…weird.  I admired their courage.  I was not willing to admit that many of the butt rockers were also assholes, at least to me.

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(Pardon the wait)

I’m laboring over an essay.  I’ll post it when it’s finished.  We (the essay and I) have been wrastling  daily, and afterward, we’re both panting and full of vengeance; no telling who’s gonna win.  Gimme a couple days.

Teaser: It’s about loneliness, eighth graders, and the mysteriously-named “butt rocker” clique of San Marcos Junior High, circa 1993.