“I always figured ‘well, he doesn’t do drugs, he doesn’t get in fights, he does well in school, so if he feels like growing his hair out, what the hell do I care?’ Though you’ll probably have to cut it to get a job.” - My Dad, 1997
I don’t know if I ever really consciously did anything for the sole purpose of rebelling against my parents, but there was always exhilaration in exploring beyond the knowledge they had imparted to me, beyond what they were comfortable with, and ultimately beyond what they could understand. My son is going to do the same thing to me someday. Not sure what, exactly, although his recent barely-blossoming interest in dubstep is a tad disconcerting.
The face doesn’t quite match the sentiment of the last line in this strip, and I hate that, but hopefully it doesn’t detract too much from what I’m going for here.
ALTERNATE BLUEGRASS DEAD KENNEDYS TRIBUTE BAND NAME POSSIBILITIES:
Appalachia Uber Alles
Holiday In Banjonia
Pluck My Strings