'Cause Earl Had To Die

Spring Break was awesome. So many memories and ended with us all dreading coming home to reality.
Some fine points would be my mom running into the door in the middle of the night.
Waking up an hour early for the sunset?
Plotting to cross the sea/river/ocean (it was a lake).
A boat to New York would only be 2 hours Tia?
Garage Man, and his pal Pooky.
Snowing.
Not getting our only wish...a thunderstorm.
Tia's Birthday.
Her being to snoopy for the ice cream cake.
It melted into semen.
Trying on 2XL clothes gets you yelled at, even if you don't take pictures in the store.
We never claimed our free coffee.
Feeling like family at the local bar.
The bar family...crazy local drunk, his stuffed dog, Jamie, Mad Dog, Sasquatch, his son kind of, Ma and Pa, and the 23-year-old birthday boy stripper.
We weren't old enough the second night?
Not old enough to stand on one side of the resturant...even though they didn't even ask our age.
Rent / Frequancy / Brokeback Mountain / The Fog / Ferris Bueller's Day Off / Murder By Numbers.
"Maybe it's like paint by numbers, those are easy right?"
Our homemade fire.
The rat poison cake.
Daily phone calls from Hannah.
The cript in the basement.
Plotting to make a movie.
Bondage at The Book Nook.
The cute store my mom is going to sell at.
Never seeing teenagers.
Coming out Pluto's ass.
Always making Tia do the dirty work.
Letting Tia walk in the alley.
"You kids go straight home, no stopping in the woods"
My mom dissapearing for way to many hours at a time, but never telling us where.
She's moving to London?
The art project.
Paper thin walls.
Tia screaming in her sleep.
Waking up to her weird looks.
Having Rachel visit us in the morning.
Plotting to 'do it' in the whale.
DDR / Mario Party / Donkey Kong.
Gets ya fucked up.
Tastes like sweet tarts.
Offered a round of drinks, but we're good kids so we said no.
Wal-Mart whore.
Used Beer.
Theme songs.
Spring Break Soundtrack.
Rachel making the song sound like porn?
Jake giving us the sex talk with the plate pieces.
You know what?
Writing on the fence.

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar