Hard to believe now but we were once sensitive and shy. As small children growing up in the foothills of the majestic Rocky Mountains, we were prone to random acts of kindness, and some even described us as having gentle souls. If you have been keeping up with the blog for any amount of time now, you have noticed that all of these wonderful attributes from our youth have long been extinguished. Our mother certainly has noticed, and she flippantly questioned us about it recently, "What was it that turned my sweet young child into this? What was it that happened." The answer was simple:
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With AdRock, MCA and this dude Mike D.
We were seven-years-old when we first heard Licensed to Ill, and were really never the same. We had no idea what a single lyric from that black plastic tape, with Beastie Boys scribbled on its masking tape label, meant, but we knew we liked what we heard, and that the older kid down the block would explain them to us. Before long, we knew what it was to skeeze with a whore, that Spanish Fly went great with Brass Monkey, and that it was cool to tax girlies from here to LA.
Anyone else have a definite, watershed moment for when their innocence was crushed? Maybe it's when your first love broke your heart. Perhaps it was that first pull of Boone's Farm-Strawberry Hill. Better yet, it was February 1992?, and your mom cut out all the swimsuit pictures from SI's annual Swimsuit Issue, but left the glorious cover-Kathy Ireland in a silvery bikini, jumping around in the water... ummmm we need to be alone.
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With AdRock, MCA and this dude Mike D.
We were seven-years-old when we first heard Licensed to Ill, and were really never the same. We had no idea what a single lyric from that black plastic tape, with Beastie Boys scribbled on its masking tape label, meant, but we knew we liked what we heard, and that the older kid down the block would explain them to us. Before long, we knew what it was to skeeze with a whore, that Spanish Fly went great with Brass Monkey, and that it was cool to tax girlies from here to LA.
Anyone else have a definite, watershed moment for when their innocence was crushed? Maybe it's when your first love broke your heart. Perhaps it was that first pull of Boone's Farm-Strawberry Hill. Better yet, it was February 1992?, and your mom cut out all the swimsuit pictures from SI's annual Swimsuit Issue, but left the glorious cover-Kathy Ireland in a silvery bikini, jumping around in the water... ummmm we need to be alone.
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