leather jackets & vogue cigarettes

Those days when you set out to break the rules - because that rush is new and exciting, the knowledge that what you're doing is wrong, but you're being a big kids like those cool kids now.

We thought we were fucking amazing. Backseat rebels. Being a badass just because it's wrong, and if you got caught you know you would be in so much shit.
But that's what we loved about it, because we're doing the cool things now, right?
We look for any chance we can go out and we go to the pubs, we sneak in for the music without paying, we plot about buying grog at vintage cellars, because that's what you do.
The real teenage initiation.
Forget all that stuff about turning your first '...teen' whatever, and forget having your first crush. This is where you really push to be that teenager. Not to get in with that crowd, or have those clothes, or have her hair, that's not what we're talking about at all.
We're talking about those first big bad steps where staying out the much-later is the much better and changing your views on cigarettes from shocking to so cool.

Taking those first Vogue drags at 1am in your backyard with your best friend in the cold. Then indulging in Lindt chocolate to hide the taste (partly because you don't even like the taste anyway).
And now we look back on those nostalgic memories with a bemused grin slapped across our faces and lost look sprawled in our eyes. See how much we've grown.

Yeah we thought we were fucking amazing.
We still do.