There was a long little line that I followed down the street, I followed it around the corner and to the left, another right I took and went straight for a time... and I can't remember wanting to follow it, or not wanting to... simply to follow it was where my feet took me, and I never looked behind me, or ahead... merely at my feet, where I traced the line with my shoes.

The line lasted for years, how many I forget. Then one day as I was following that long thin line, I stepped astray it's path, no other reason than because thats where my feet took me.
When I looked back, the line was gone. So I turned around and went home.

There was once a world in which I thought I was expected to fit. It took me a while, but I realized that I didn't want to be in that world full of the jocks, jack-asses, bitches, drug addicts, and drunks. That I stood with a long line that was chained hand in hand, full of the ex-preps, friendless, dorks, 'geeks', 'nerds', and the people who are cool just by nature.
The minority against the majority. Thats where I am... where are you again?