Kiss

Cuernavca, Mexico Circa 1982
Lunchbox and backpack in hand, I'm on the school bus on my way to school.
I wonder if my friends will mind the fact that her pictures are so heavily retouched, you know? with that thick, white cloudy airbrush gloom.
Then again, it's Morgan Fairchild on the center cover of this 1982 Penthouse issue (which I borrowed from my dad's collection) and you can see herrrr in full ... "errrrr..."

...."It Isn't Mine..... I Swear, it isn't mine..." 
" -expelled? so I get to go home????"
Fine, fine!!! you sleazy Mexican Hitlerites. Go right ahead, ban me from your slave and mentally distorted education, idiots...

No, I couldn't have said that.
...but I thought about it.

So there I go, in the back seat of my Mom's car, wondering if Morgan will forgive me for leaving her behind at the Principal's office (ironic). They wouldn't give it back and my Mother didn't seem very ..supportive of the idea, to say the least.

No more pr0n, and I'm a sad little boy.
My records, the naky poster Freddy Mercury gave me and my bike are all that's left in my elementary universe.

WHAT??? New School???
but I thought I didn't have to...
Fine, I'm sure my new Kiss album will make me look cool. It's the "Dressed to Kill" Long Play, Gene is on the cover wearing a sharp, oxford grey suit and he's scratching his nuts in style, nice...
What? I'm expelled? Again?
You Country Music listening weirdos, there's nothing wrong with Kiss... and it's just the cover of the...
It's ok Mom, really, they hated Mark Twain, bad school.

New School? this one is nice... some of the girls are blonde... private? and I'm going to learn how to speak English? this is wonderful, I love you Mommy, now I will be able to read who's going to be Pet of the Year...
...and the Patriot Act