A young man slouched in his chair...
Young in mind, and doing time through the public school system
A worksheet had found him, that had traveled from the front
After you graduate, what do you want.....
Because he knew he could write with out making mistakes
And so he wrote and scribbled his rebellious note
Passed the teachers desk and to the front door
He handed in his paper getting ready for the attack
Through the eyes of nonconformity, his soul wanted to drown
And the rest of the crowd, that would just shoot off their mouths
Blue collar slobs, and shitting sports bars
Debt collectors and authority figure child molesters
Hanging with guys clearly older than he was
So, the moral of this story is that there is so much more....
I grew up in Lompoc, California ever since I was six years old. And before that, since I was an air force brat, I had lived in various locations such as Los Angeles, Puerto Rico, and Ithaca, New York. But, since I was pretty much a baby during this constant moving, the memories have washed away.
Lompoc though still remains and as much as I disliked the place when I was younger I still find myself going back to visit every now and then.
Last year, I took my daughter to America for the first time and as much as I warned her that nobody speaks Japanese where we are going, and that she prefers to constantly speak, it will be a long five days for her.
Her reply was, "Shinpai shinai de kudasai!" (Don't worry about it!")
So we went. And as soon as we arrived at my buddy Rays house (In Lompoc) her happy go nature self shut down as soon as she met my big scary American friends, but then, my friend Steve showed up with his six year old daughter and four year old son and every thing turned around. The two girls hit it off and an hour after showing up (and hiding behind me) my daughter came out of her shell and returned to her chatter box self, but in the new and improved English version.
"Hey, you could speak English all along! What the hell?"
"I told you not to worry about it , Father." She responded in this weird 1950's television show accent.
"Okay, stop it. You're freaking me out."
Lompoc is pretty small so when it comes to doing stuff your options are limited. Luckily though we are both big fans of barb b cue and nature (which is pretty much the only thing this town specializes in) but after a day and a half we were ready to go (mostly me). I am like a shark, so I have to keep moving. This little town is lovely and all but still I don't want to live there. Even living in the hustle and bustle of Tokyo I get antsy but this is just me.
My son has been bugging me about taking him to America because he thinks its a giant toy store. He is still too young to understand what exactly a country is but since all of his favorite YouTube toy videos comes from the states, he put two and two together and looks at Old Glory as a Super Toys R' Us., which I guess it kind of is without the foreclosure sign.
We will probably stop by my hometown while we are there, but since he has by DNA, six hours after wandering around Lompoc, he'll be ready to move on to where the action is.