There was nothing necessary about Sid Vicious. Although that was my pen name in advanced lit in my junior year. I used to drive my lit teacher to drink. Quite literally. We found her bottle in her desk one morning before she got to class and she spent the rest of the day looking for it. She thought she had misplaced it. She ultimately had to go home that day. It was hilarious back then, but I kinda feel bad about it now. We were terrible.
I used to really like those guys
I remember one day I decided I wanted to get a sex pistols shirt
(This was before the interwebs shopping)
Look at all my local music stores and couldn't find one
Finally I said screw it, I'm going to England
And I did
Boy what an adventure that was, I was 16 I believe
Spend all evening out drinking and was able to take the last train back to the hotel (for all you English folks, it was the Jubilee line) I kinda sorta dozed, waiting on my stop but it never came
Finally a conductor showed up and told me I had to get off, this is the end of the line
So I explained, I can't get off here, my stop hasn't come by
He said whats your stop, so I told him
Then he said, where did you get on, and I told him that
He said, yeah, you got on going in the wrong direction
So I had no choice but to start booting it
I walked all nite (with one or two stops for a drink) through London and I made it back to the hotel just in time for breakfast
I think the next night I went out again and got my tattoo, that was fun, I couldn't tell you who was more waisted, me or the guy holding the pen
And all because of this awesome rendition of my way
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