Remember A Day

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young
Free to play along with time
Evening never comes

 It's a sunny day, with some clouds in the sky and no wind at all. It's 8 a.m. and I'm 15 years old and already late for school. 'It's always the mondays', I'm thinking while getting on some clothes. Red pants and a Pink Floyd shirt. I never do my hair, just let it be messy as it is. Looking like that, I'm ready to go to school. Just grab my bag and run to the yellow bike.

I arrive at school at 8.30 and it's half way through the lesson. Always worth trying knocking the door. They know it's me anyway.
"'xcuse me, I had some hard time waking up!" I explain to the teacher who is dead bored with the same reason every week.
"Yeah, but you are late anyway."
"I beg your pardon."

At 10 am I'm doing a math test. I know I'm okay at this subject... just I didnt practise at all. Or concentrate during the lessons. I have no idea how to count anything at all with the formulas but I am usually able to figure things out with common sense and make it look like I actually knew something about something.

At 11.30 we're having lunch. I have to admit, it's the funniest thing during the whole school day. It's nearly the only time our whole huge group gets together. It's me (paleface stoner, hippie who eats only vegetables and believes in drugs and no God), Joe (our smartass nigger, clever guy who loves eating burgers and believes in God and no drugs), Damon (pretty boy with rough language, emo who listens to Green Day and System of a Down and is anti-everything), Ian (nerdy nerd, who, unlike all the cliches about black people, isnt good at basketball but World of Warcraft) and Nancy (my girlfriend and the rockest chick ever. We create our own Sex Pistols love), and sometimes other random people. Too often, Damon's new popular friends try to hang out with us, but it wont work; we're too weird for them heheh...

Damon has a fun little black book, it's his diary but he doesnt admit he's writing a diary. We often sabotage his drawings and text with some other bullshit. We comment on what he says and often write to the book during boring lessons, it's a fun way to talk. He has also started to do something even crazier - to write down everything we say during the lunch. Of course, not all the 45 minutes, just a short moment, but it's still awesome. He is way fast. He uses just the first letters of our names to make it simplier to follow. They started talking this conversation before I was even there:


It's fuckin lunch time again...  

I: Not feeling really happy, huh? Concluding your face.
D: Yeah... I hate school. Maths too hard for me, history aint interesting at all, PE just sucks -
I: And you failed the geography test?
D: Totally. Got a clear F, written with that fucking red pen. None of my answers were right which was kinda sad because I really tried my best... in some of the questions...
J: Hey D! I saw your face when we got the tests back.
D: Huh?
J: And you didnt seem to be very content.
D: Hell no! But it wasnt a surprise, you know... I didnt study.
J: Well, Damon didnt study for a test! What a surprise!
I: Yeah, what an epic moment!
D: Quit it
J: But you have only yourself to blame, dude.
D: I know, I know. But I hope I'm not the only one who failed it... Like, have you heard of Syd?
J: Yea, at least he passed it... unlike you.
D: I know! Oh damn, this sure aint going well... but hey. Have you guys made up yet? The argue?
J: I dont know. It's kinda impossible to fight with Syd, you know. He doesnt get it. Not saying he's dumb but he is kinda slow when it comes to social stuff like argues.
D: Maybe.
S: Heeey guys! Whats up? Hey Daim, did you get your test back?
D: Yup
S: Is it time for another alpabet song? A, B, C, D, E - -
D: F! I know, I know...
S: Heheh doesnt matter, man.
J: Why are you late?
S: I'm not late, was just having a smoke
D: Hahah badass..
J: Na ah, thats really just pathetic.
S: What you mean?
J: Bah, c'mon man. Bet you couldnt do a single day without smoking
S: Oh thats easy! I could do like a week, just like that!
J: Oh yea, prove it. Til the next tuesday you wont smoke, okay? Deal?
S: But it's not fair, I needa do this alone. Oh I know! I dont smoke for a week and you dont.. uhm... what do you usually do?
D: Eat fast food hehe..
S: Oh yea! I dont smoke, and you dont eat!
J: ...
S:...okayy..  Dont eat fast food. No McDonalds. Now we got a deal?
J: Sure! But I wont do it alone. Ian must do something too?
I: Me? Why? I dont ever wanna hurt anyone. Dont try get me into it!
D: You know, he has a fucking bad habit called gaming...
S: Oh yea, no WoW just for one week. Come on, it's gonna be fun!
J: Well, we'll see about that...
I: What about Damon? He should do something, too.
D: No no no no... I dont even do anything weird like that. I mean, I'm just... normal.. I mean.. you know what I mean!
N: Hey guys
S: Heeey, how are you? Lets hug!
N: I'm cool
S: Awesome. Wanna go somewhere tonight?
N: Sure, wherever you want
S: Heheh, like always. Love you.
J: Stop it, already. And this food is crap
D: Go to get a Big Mac... oh wait, you cant! AHAHAHAHAHA!
J: Man, youre not even as funny as usually. And usually you suck!
D: Aww.. okay..

At 1 p.m. it's art class. I'm painting yet another psychedelic, red-colored picture, and name it "Adventures of the Sea". The teacher doesnt understand it but I explain it's something you have to break on through to the other side to understand. He still doesnt get it.

I arrive home at 4 p.m. Lauren is here already. She asks how was the day and what would I wanna eat today. I say anything will be fine and go to my room, to listen to music and pretend it is '68 again.

Later in the evening I go to see Nancy. We walk around the city, pose to random people who start staring at us for no reason, feel free and run in the park. At about 9 p.m. we go to my home knowing my parents arent there. I put on some music. The Doors is always lovely, mysterious and dark. I draw her in candle light and she gets undressed as I try to concentrate on the sketch. I cant, she forces me to look at her sweet, sweet body of a goddess. We spend the rest of the night like that, slowly, together in the feelings of passion lasting forever.

Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember