Then in 1988 , the owner wanted to sell it . My parents didn't want to buy it , though. So, we moved into a nicer house , further into Clinton. The new house was built sometime in the 60's , so it wasn't quite as old. It had a huge back yard and was a block away from an awesome park , Pine Street park. It was a really fun park (and still is) that I'd spend lots of time. The park had a'bunch stuff including , swings , slides , and a baseball field. Neighborhood kids would go have home run derby's and games ; it was awesome.
So, Mom was against it and every kid in the school (with the exception of Tres , Mike and two or three others) hated my guts. Walking from class to class the kids who didn't know RAMONES would yell, "Hey, SCREECHING GREEN DAY WEASEL BOY!" Tres and I brought spray paint to school and made our hair green , in the bathroom. We pasted the can on to other mis-fit kids and tons of the kids sprayed it in their hair. It was a very funny site.
Mom , flipped out and left Tres and I out on some country road with all our "equiptment". Leaving us to hitch hike to John's place. We were supposed to practice songs, for this show John had set up. Seemed like everyone was losing it with Tres and I. I was tuning my guitar and John yelled "SILENCE!" , taking his drum stick and popping the head of my guitar. Hhahahaa... He got all red faced and said ,"I said quit". We've gotta practice. Which I replyed, 'Do you want my guitar in tune?' Hahahhahaa. What'a jerk! John always had this , weird side where he went crazy. Tres and I wittinessed it , one day when John over heard his daughter say "condom". In which, they went to the bathroom and she soap put in her month.Well, we played the show with Jonh and that was it , no more censoring. The songs we did , were all covers with our own little twist. We did "Old Time Rock'n'Roll" , "Barbara Ann" , and "Twist and Shout".
You gotta understand though, this school had standards like, "No male can have ear rings. No un-natrual hair color.." and such. So, suspensions were passed and garbage cans empty ( as discipline). I'll never forget a day I was wearing my QUEERS t-shirt. The prinsciple sent me home to change it. I wouldn't have gone back but , hell my mom was a teacher. So, what ever happened at school would get doubled at home. I love my mom but, it was ridiculous. In one month , she wrote me up three times ; claiming she had to set an example. I deserved it though. I would make lewd sexual remarks with girls , I remember two incedents that resulted to suspension ;on those lines.
Many albums were destroyed but, that helped me rebel even more. Tres and I both got acoustic guitars , to start. The parents would not allow , all the noice of an electric instrument. We met a guitarist / drummer / lunatic / minister named John Huey. He was nice guy though, just crazy. We started going to his church basement practicing with him. He basically wanted to teach us how to read music and names of notes and stuff. John set up a show and we played. There were three guitarist , one bassist and John on the drums. I sang and John did back-up vocals. He set it up with a bunch of local "musicians". We did "Twist and Shout",