It was my first trip away from home that did not involve family of some sort. A school trip, all of us piled in a much too hot bus that smelled of sweat, Bubble Yum, and the early onset of adolescence. I held the tape player between my knees, squishing in closer to Christina so we could both hear, finally snapping the headphones in two. Matt turned around and popped his head over the seats, asked what we were listening to. I let him take my half of the headphones and he started belting out Blondie’s Rip Her To Shreds. … Continue reading Yeah, you know her