It's 1995. Cold pizza for breakfast, burgers for lunch, and whatever I want for dinner whenever I want to eat it. Mountain dew, late curfew, skateboard and circle sunglasses. Got my flannel on and I'm ready to run. Watching the Simpsons on a school night and leaving my homework in the dog dish. School sucks, adults are lame, and the future doesn't matter. Life is what happens before the sun goes down. Kicking vending machines full-time, carving my name into school desks till the lunch bell rings. Principal in the hallway, I'm too grunge to care. Get out of my room, Mom.