dirty punk kids

I always thought that it would be fun to date a guy in a band. It seemed like it would be exciting, but I wish someone would have warned me about the wannabe band guys.

I met this guy when I was living in Shawnee who thought he was a musician, and he desperately wanted to be in a band. The problem was he really just wasn't talented. He was really into the electronic type music and scream-o stuff. Not good. Of course, at the time I wasn't going to tell him that, he was cute and I liked him.

When I first started hanging out with him I thought the fact that he was living in a warehouse with a bunch of guys was kind of cool. He was hardcore, trying to make it on his own, living for his music, you know all of those things. Looking back though it was just kind of disgusting, he shared two small rooms with another guy and neither one of them had a bed. They had a mini-fridge and a microwave, and that was their kitchen. The rest of their space was taken up with music stuff. For some reason I didn't go running the other way when I saw this for the first time, I guess I just thought he was that cute.

It didn't take long for his cuteness to wear off though. Since he was a punk kid he didn't feel the need to bathe regularly, or brush his teeth. Now since we were in Oklahoma, and we were nearing the beginning of the summer this was kind of an issue. He also worked at a greasy hamburger stand. It got to the point where we would have fights over whether or not he had brushed his teeth, and I had to make deals with him so that he would brush his teeth. The brushing of the teeth was more of a problem than the showering, he would shower every couple of days (although daily would have been better) but wouldn't brush his teeth for a week or more.

Now the question everyone should be asking is "why did you continue to see a guy who didn't brush his teeth?" There is no good answer to that. Perhaps the only defense I have is that I was in Shawnee. If you've ever been to Shawnee you'll understand that the fact he had teeth made him better than most of the guys who live there.

Anyway, I should have known better than to get involved with a dirty punk kid, he ended up using me for rides and food, and occasionally a place to sleep. For a while I thought he was incredibly cool. He even had a radio show at the Christian radio station in OKC.

Then he just kind of dissapeared. I didn't see him or hear from him for a few weeks (and of course being a dirty punk kid he didn't have a phone), I didn't have any idea what was going on. Then I ran into one of his friends, and he told me that he had started seeing another girl. A girl who just happened to be 14. Awesome.

I got ditched for a 14 year old.

The best part about this whole story though is the fact that he showed up at our apartment about a month or so later with a note. It was a note telling me how sorry he was and he hoped that I didn't hate him and he hoped that my friends didn't hate him. Then he put his number on the bottom and asked me to call him.

I didn't call and my friends did hate him.

I put the note in my scrapbook.