Crypt Keeper.

It’s a stupid dare. I know it’s stupid, prolly idiotic, but what the fuck… No body is ever gonna fuck with me ever again. It’ll be fucking hardcore. Everybody will know who I am. But it’s the truth too. I am fucking hardcore. Brad that fucking bitch, I don’t know why I let him get me going. Anyway I’m in it now and I’ll fucking commit. Because as cool as he thinks he is, with all his family’s money and cool kid cred, I know inside that I’m way fucking more hardcore than he is. I’m fucking unhinged man. I should be in Vietnam or some shit.

Brad, he’s older and he went to a private school closer to Boston so he somehow automatically get’s all this outsider cred. But my father lives in town, so for being 2 years younger I was already practically surpassing him with my taste in music and knowledge of cool bands. I’ve probably seen more shows too. He definitely has it up on me on the classic rock, rich people music but who cares about that shit anyway. He’s also really good looking, like he stepped out of a J. Crew catalog – with like duck boots and wispy private school blond hair. Fucking fag. His father is some kind of hippie cool guy who grows weed in Western Massachusetts.

Anyway he wound me up good this time. We were down the road at the Prospect Street cemetery, just hanging out smoking a joint and doing tricks on his moped. Not being totally disrespectful like kicking over gravestones or anything. Just using the mounds to pop little wheelies and shit. There was a bunch of us down there, like 6 or 7 of us, including Rachael, Jeremy and Bean. Luckily I was able to get like 4 drags on the joint so I was pretty stoned. We were over in the corner of the cemetery furthest from the road near the woods. There are a bunch of pretty fancy gravestone houses, you know like crypts down there.

The crypts don’t seem like they are used anymore. I mean I’m not sure, but a couple of em’ have grass and earth on top of them that has collected over the years. You know, like pretty grown in. The town was founded in like 1680 something but I don’t think these crypts are that old. There’s an older cemetery on the other side of town. I bet these must be like 50 or 100 years old. They still use part of the cemetery over on the opposite side and closer to the road, but I don’t think any of em or definitely not the one that we ended up opening anyway.