The Bernstein's high thick bushes in our alleyway are a perfect dressing room, no one can see me at all. The only thing I would want is a full length mirror fastened to the branches, so I could see how I look after I change. Kelly Hurley always meets me at the end of the alley and walks with me to school. She usually carries a pack of menthols with her and we usually share one on the way to school. I just met this guy at school named Hank Henry.
Hank is grunge.
He always wears his hair uncombed, and his clothes are very baggy and wrinkled and he could give a ship what anybody thought of him. He has become my best friend. One weekend we met at this outside cafe and had lunch. After lunch Hank dug into his pockets to find the twenty he had to pay the bill, and there was nothing in them except some lint. We made a pretty good team that day.