I was about 13 and going through the common pre-pubescent, hate your parents, wish you could still play with dolls but instead, feel unusually weird around girls-syndrome. I was rodent-like, underdeveloped, hyperactive spaz who could fit his entire torso in one leg of his bell bottomed jeans, and i was frustrated.
I needed to let off some steam. I went to the movies with my friends, we saw ‘over the edge’. Over the edge is a story of troubled youth, vandalism, parental negligence, and most importantly real estate development dysfunctional families.