Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sleeping Teens

Three teenage boys slept in Smartmom's living room on Sunday morning. God knows what time they actually fell asleep. One was sleeping on the couch, one in a sleeping bag on the floor, and Teen Spirit was squeezed into the red club chair, his legs hanging over the side, covered in his favorite blue comforter.

They were snoring, drooling, generally lost in sleep.

Smartmom went to bed around 11 p.m. and they were, of course, awake. She woke up a few hours later, maybe 1:30 a.m., and they were still up. She said something like, "You guys should really think about going to sleep. You must be tired." One of them, a tall redhead said, "We're teenagers, we never get tired." Red was listening to thrash metal music on an iBook, the other boy (Best Buddy) was noodling on an unplugged electric guitar, and Teen Spirit was reading a Japanese pulp classic called, "Battle Royale," which, he explained, is about a class of junior high school students who are taken to a deserted island, provided with arms and forced to kill one another.

The guys were together all day. They're in a band called "Cool and Unusual Punishment" and they were recording some songs onto Best Buddy's iBook over at Bed his apartment. They were particularly excited about a self-penned, acapella tune called: "Onomatopoeia."

Smartmom always knows when Teen Spirit wants a favor when he says, "Hi Mom," in a really cute English accent. When he called at 10 p.m. last night asking if his two friends could sleep over in the living room (because Teen Spirit's bedroom is too small for sleepovers), she didn't say no. "Why are you letting them sleep in the living room?" Hepcat screamed when he got home from a late night shopping trip. "I was planning on doing a lot of work in there." But what was done was done. It was a good opportunity for Hepcat to get a good night's rest for a chance.

Besides, the boys look so innocent when they're sleeping.


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