Not me hanging out with Riff Raff and being too hungover for my own graduation to look presentable. Some ppl recall studying hard in their teens, I recall identities designed to party, two fake IDs, taxis at midnight, cigarette photo shoots at 15, raves, everclear & forties, converse that walked miles, the boys I beat up who’s moms called my mom after, & the girls I loved who I saw so many sunrises with.😬😂🫠 Fun fact: I moved my Junior year to an alt school in Utah that was originally for “troubled teens”, immigrants, and refugees when my principal told me I didn’t deserve to walk with my class. Blame it on ADHD, drug/family trauma, or my distain for religious authority figures in the public school system but, after he denied me I worked overtime and got my diploma a year early from this alt training center. Surprise surprise, it was one of the BEST periods of schooling I ever received from teachers and most of it took place in a shipping container in a parking lot. So call me a dirtbag but I did it and I love this girl. #teenagedirtbag