Living the “High” School Life
“Get Up Get Out and Get Something” by Outkast
During high school I was somewhat of an angelic trouble maker; meaning I never got caught. Many days during lunch my friends and I could be found driving around smoking marijuana listening to rap music. “Get Up Get Out and Get Something” would be blasting out the car’s custom audio system. The stereo system was a testament to my hard work that took a full summer or two to pay for. Luckily, the car was a hand me down from my mother so I was able to afford the twelve inch sub woofers known for annoying anybody outside the car as we cruised by. Seems like we were always traveling, but never really had a destination. The songs lyrics, “You need to get up, get out and get something/ Don’t let the days of your life pass by/You need to get up, get out and get something/ Don’t spend all your time trying to get high,” reminded me that eventually I would need to figure out that destination.
“In Due Time” by Outkast
My old 1985 Jetta was at the time 11 years old. I couldn’t quite afford the rims, but I did manage to scrounge up enough cash for a cheap paint job. Somebody should have told me not to paint the Jetta with the same colors as our rival high school. Doesn’t matter how expensive the paint job, car keys will still scratch the surface. I dreamed of one day having a nice car; a materialistic attitude brought on by TV and other mainstream media. I just kept humming, “In Due Time.”
“Fly Away” by Lenny Kravitz
I could often be found behind the torn leather steering wheel of my Jetta pushing it to the limit down I-95. I chanted, “I wish that I could fly/ Into the sky/ So very high/ Just like a dragonfly,” as I pushed the pedal down further, passing the Georgia state line headed to the big city, Atlanta. The windows would be all the way down which usually meant the volume was at a range higher than the blast of air swarming the interior of the vehicle. The charging breeze was relief from the hot and humid Southern heat. Either that or to aerate the car from the ever present cloud of rebellion.
“Paradise (Life)” by AZ
These days it makes me laugh to think maybe my back pains are derived from the gangster lean driving style of the past. As an undercover nerd the music effortlessly juiced me to be cool; an attitude my parents loathed, but peers embraced. Inside I knew I was more than what they thought. Their opinionated outlook fueled me to prove them wrong. I could dress however I wanted and still make it. If my car keys had not been confiscated I escaped into the night; a paradise unto itself.
“Regrets” by Jay-Z
Back then you think you know it all. You’ve been hit with a few lessons in life which gives you ammunition to spew advice. I’ll never regret this attitude in some ways — learning I knew nothing is also an integral part of my being. “Earth is turning souls burning/ in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction,” are words that ring bells still to this day. If anything, I have learned all directions lead somewhere; the fork being the only obstacle. My only regret is not having my ‘85 Volkswagen Jetta to cruise by at two miles an hour. Undoubtedly, I would be sunk in the cloth seats listening to some mean beats. I think that last sentence just rhymed.









