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All my friends they smoke this things And handed me a Chesterfield King- Jawbreaker from Bivouac Lyrics I tried to memorize with my friends, while ******* on the syrup crusted mouths of glass coke bottles. Singing loud and off key. On the side of a Ralphs in the stagnant summer swelter. The soundtrack song when being a punk skater was a profitable venture, and landing a kick flip was an achievable wet dream. When we could play Lane’s boom box just loud enough to drown out the whimpering from our sprained ankles and scraped up knees that left the sidewalks on Foothill blvd. so ****** The music we were hearing now, was way beyond Sunday school. It was the sound of the sixth period bell, and rushing to Jeff’s backyard to smoke his dads cigarettes. As we got older We tried to quit the smokes and forget the lyrics. But sometimes we’d still proposition people on the side of that Ralphs to buy us cigarettes. When we succeeded We’d sing that old song coughing, hissing, and wheezing. -Kevin Theal
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Kick Flips and Cancer Sticks
All my friends they smoke this things And handed me a Chesterfield King- Jawbreaker from Bivouac Lyrics I tried to memorize with my friends, while ******* on the syrup crusted mouths of glass coke bottles. Singing loud and off key. On the side of a Ralphs in the stagnant summer swelter. The soundtrack song when being a punk skater was a profitable venture, and landing a kick flip was an achievable wet dream. When we could play Lane’s boom box just loud enough to drown out the whimpering from our sprained ankles and scraped up knees that left the sidewalks on Foothill blvd. so ****** The music we were hearing now, was way beyond Sunday school. It was the sound of the sixth period bell, and rushing to Jeff’s backyard to smoke his dads cigarettes. As we got older We tried to quit the smokes and forget the lyrics. But sometimes we’d still proposition people on the side of that Ralphs to buy us cigarettes. When we succeeded We’d sing that old song coughing, hissing, and wheezing. -Kevin Theal
Opening Line from the song Chesterfield Kings by Jawbreaker
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
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