Lauren’s back this week but after reading her post I fear that I may flip my noodle! Head over to her blog to see what she has in store for us.
This week’s prompt is: Slang
My youth spanned three decades and my memory of slang and phrases are a mish mash of all three.
I remember my parents demonstrating how beatniks danced. Remember beatniks? They were bad news in some circles. You dig? I heard they would split the scene if the fuzz was nearby.
Sometimes people were a drag to be around. They were just bad news. The cool kids would hang out in their pad wearing the latest threads until it was time to beat feet and head home.
My gang just liked to hang out, and be mellow. Things were groovy as long as there were no drags bringing you down. Girls looking sharp in their peasant blouses and bell bottoms. Guys wearing paisley shirts trying to convince a chick to go to the submarine races. More than a few people walked around sporting a hickey on their neck. Sometimes that situation could get a little hairy.
We all thought we were out of sight. Even the dorks thought so. But back in the day that was totally copacetic. Life was chill and everything was boss (with a fist showing a thumbs up 👍🏼)
We were too cool for school.
That’s it for me. Catch you on the flip side.