Confession: When I was a teenager, I secretly wanted to be that guy with the blonde hair on the cover of the book below.
My parents gave me this book, because apparently they weren’t convinced I was awesome.
Based on my track record in high school, I’m not sure I ever read the book, but I sure imagined an elaborate conversation on the cover. Here is what I believed that guy with the blonde hair was saying:
“Sure, I mean a lot of people like using The Romans Road when converting fellow teenagers at school, but I invented my own style using some verses from the book of Joel. Did I tell you I have a Jeep? Cause I do. You don’t have to ride on that old youth group van that always breaks down anymore, girl. Not when you’re with Johnny. And I know how to play the acoustic guitar, most predominantly by campfires. This sweatshirt? It’s Champion, but I removed the logo so as not to encourage coveting from other students. I might look older than 15, but that’s just my rugged jawline. I call this ‘Buck Rogers’ hair, by the way. You can touch it if you want, but I wouldn’t because it’s pretty hard to forget.”
I don’t know the author of the book. But if I did, I would ask her if that’s what that guy was telling those people in the photo. Then I’d ask if I could be on the cover of her next book. Then I’d tell her it seems pretty extreme to call the cops just because I imagined one rather long fictional conversation in my head. Then I’d start running through the woods to shake the police. But I’m weird.
Did you ever have this book as a teen?