I Was Never That Cool
At a coffee shop the other day, my world was rocked. This kid was sitting there. I was singing along to all the words of "Cemetry Gates" and "Bigmouth Strikes Again." Nothing too unusual, as you are well aware of my love for the Smiths. Anyway, during the latter, I heard a voice singing along. At first, I thought it was his mother, which wasn't really wrong. But then I saw that he too was singing along to all the words. "Sweetness / Sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed," etc. This at THIRTEEN or so. He looked so young. I wasn't into the Smiths until I was seventeen! Sixteen at the earliest! When he filed out and walked directly past my table, I said, "Keep on rockin'," and I'm pretty sure he knew what I meant. Either way, I was never that cool, and I'm still not.
