I had some fond memories senior year of high school. I remember when I trashed my first freshman. If you didn’t laugh at that thought, then 1) you’ve never trashed a freshman and 2) the freshman was a friend and friends fuck with each other. My friends in band decided we should trash a freshman before we graduate. That’s right! We weren’t jocks, we were band geeks and we wanted to trash a freshman! Anyway we chased my freshman friend down, lifted him up and put him feet first into the trash can. The next day we realized we were suppose to actually put him head first, so we found him again and to our surprise he jumped in by himself. We just shrugged, tipped the can over and rolled it. We stopped when we realized he actually liked it. It just wasn’t as fun when he didn’t put up a struggle.
Although he probably liked getting trashed, the trumpet players didn’t like the idea of Saxophone players picking on one of their own. When you’re in band it’s like a big family and of course there’s going to be the usual sibling rivalry. For some reason trumpet players don’t usually get along with Saxophone players and vice versa. Anyway, they got even by taking my Saxophone and taped all the holes down. Then they stuffed it full of weed and used it as a giant bong.
Now I admit I had it coming to me, but that was really fucked up! This was seriously an epic bong hit because they kept laughing as I attempted strangle them for mistreating my baby. Strangely enough, I don’t remember being very mad. Probably because I still kept using my saxophone and ended up high the rest of the week. I wonder what would have happened if I was a tuba player?
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