It's not that shit simple.

It's not that shit simple at all.

No, it's not as easy to walk that lane from childhood to owning a mortgage with a wife and two kids as they all make out.

Trust me, I ought to know, I'm halfway down that path as it is. Somewhere around having the body of an adult and the wide eyes of a kid, that awkward time when you cant talk to your mum any more, your trying your hardest to be sold cigarettes and alcohol and you don't know how to act but you know what you want to do.

Rebel, listen to angry music and have lots and lots of sex.

Its at this time when your body's changing and your voice is growling and your trying to keep a social life and you get that first crush on somebody stupid and you grow out your hair and discover rock music and wear 'ridiculous' clothes and try on make up (just to see, you know?) and then realize that someone stupid has turned into a guy, one of your best friends no less, and your not sure when that happened, maybe its been there all along and you just didn't know, and your parents just don't understand and they NEVER listen to you and...

Its then that they pile on the most important exams of your fuckin' life.

I MEAN GIVE US A BREAK YOU SADISTIC BASTARDS!

So yeah, that's what this story is about, it's a story about Rebellion, puberty, glam rock and poetry, growing up, playing games, kisses, boys and partying, school work, roller skates, detentions and running late, nail varnish, thunder storms, Saturdays and car alarms.

It's my story, a story about me. It's a story for me and for him and for you.

But mostly, it's a story about a group of friends, growing up and falling in love.

It's that shit simple.