Foxfire fungus.

By senior year, I had it covered, or so I thought.

I had a great guy, sights on college, art school...

and a dream of life beyond.

- Good morning, Arthur. - It's a decoy, Arthur.

The AK-47's in her backpack.

Yeah, right.

You tell yourself to count the days and put up with the shit.

You tell yourself these people are illusions, passing scenery.

Hey, snap these, babe!

They were nothing to me. I just use them for my art.

No blading in the hall. I don't want to have to tell you again!

- Okay,jockstrap sniffers, say cheese. - Action.

Look out! Coming through!

Most of all, I avoided the snares, skating past the obstacles...

the way everybody who can manage it does.

Guh-ding went the little green frog

Guh-ding went the little green frog one day

And his eyes went aggh-aggh-gung

Okay, hold these suckers down on their backs.