Roger Daltrey POV

"Mr. Daltrey! Get your feet off the fu-," the teacher says, obviously trying too hard to conceal a swear word. "I mean your desk!"

I flip the bird under the desk, and comply.

Whatever....

My friend Keith Richards is working on some spitballs in the corner, and I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I turn around, it's Keith Moon! He motions for me and Keith to come out, and I give him the signal to let him know that I saw him.

"Mr. Holly?" I say to the art teacher, "May I use the restroom?"

Mr. Holly rolls his eyes, and plunks his head down on the desk, "I give up. I know, just you and Keith go out and do whatever you're going to do. Just please, no having sex in the bathroom?"

I make no promises.

"Okay, Mr. Holly!" I say, ever so chipper. Keith slides out of his desk, and we start out the door.

"What took you two so damn long?" Moonie demands. "I just leave class and don't even give an excuse!"

"And how many detentions have you received Keith?" I ask briskly.

Moonie looks up, and then replies, "Actually, only about two so far! I've done very well at not getting caught!"

"Keith," Keith Richards begins, "we've only been in school for two weeks, that's not very impressive."

Keith shrugs his shoulders and continues walking and whistling down the hall, as if he didn't even hear us. We walk by a literature classroom, and I hear Lou Reed reading his "poetry." I think the word he's looking for is "smut."

"Mr. Johnson, my concepts of bdsm were already well established by Sacher-Masoch in his classic work "Venus in Furs!" Lou sasses, "My work is nothing new! Hey, I just came up with a brilliant idea for my next poem!"

We all stop around the door, and continue to hear Mr. Johnson, "Mr. Reed! You will absolutely not read another poem like this in my classroom!" Mr. Johnson takes Lou's paper away from him, and starts tearing it up, "Yes, no way in hell will I let that happen!"

Lou starts crying and runs out of the class into our listening group, "What are you doing?" Lou looks intently at us.

"We were very much enjoying your poetry!" Moonie says.

"Well, apparently you won't be hearing any more of it," Lou starts crying again.

Oh my gosh, Lou is 17! What the hell is he doing crying? I say, "Don't let him crush your dreams kid, but stop your damn blubbering!"

Lou sniffles a bit more, and finally says, "Hey guys, I have to go back to class, but I can give you my locker combination and in there, in a little paper bag, you'll find some special substances."

Keith says, "Spit it out, kid!"

"It's 9-46-3, please don't tell anyone!"

"Why are you giving us your combo?" Moonie says quite inquisitively.

"I don't know. I'm losing my mind, probably," Lou starts to chuckle, and then returns to the classroom, and Mr. Johnson begins chewing him out again. Before I can catch a breath, the Keiths are already running down the hall. Dammit, I guess I have to run after them.

Keith Richards apparently knows exactly where Lou's locker is, as he stops rather confidently before one of them. "This is it!" He examines the knob, and starts, "Alright, 9-46-3, here we go!"

Inside of Lou's locker is a worn out jean jacket, some text books, some novels, his backpack, and random sheets of paper with little drawings and poems all over them. I push Keith out of the way, and begin tearing through the locker, and I locate the little paper bag. We all study the bag, and finally, and open it.

"Wow, fellas," I enthuse, "We have got us some grade-A marijuana right here!" Fortunately, there is a little rolling paper stuffed in there as well, so I find myself maniacally smiling again, and finally say, "What are we waiting for? Let's go to the bathroom and smoke this shit!"

Both Moonie and Keith start laughing along with me, and we dart for the men's room. I whip out our bag, and Keith says, "Um, we need a light!"

"That you will, if you want to ruin your lives!" Right then and there, vice principal Mr. Berry comes out of a stall. "I'm not saying I believe that necessarily, but all I know is Principal Presley will ruin your lives if he finds you with pot in your possession. Hand me that marijuana right now and start heading back to class, you hear?"

"Yes, Mr. Berry," Keith reluctantly says. He hands over Lou's precious stash of weed, and we all find ourselves sighing at that point. Moonie and Keith file out, leaving me there with Mr. Berry.

Work feet! Why aren't you leaving?

"Mr. Daltrey," he starts, "We need to talk."

Oh crap....