The year was 1956 and the times were changing rapidly. Rock ‘n Roll music had taken over the radio waves. Fast cars and leather jackets were in; the Ivy League, clean cut, boy-next-door look was out. Andrew was having trouble adjusting to this strange new world.
His girlfriend, Gloria, told him that she was breaking up with him because he was too nice of a guy. She admitted that she was attracted to bad boys, and he was anything but a bad boy. So, in order to try to win her back, Andrew decided to make himself over and to model his new persona after James Dean in the movie “Rebel Without A Cause.”
He bought a leather jacket, the tightest fitting blue jeans he could fit into, and a pair of motorcycle boots. He bought a carton of cigarettes and taught himself how to smoke. He wore only white t-shirts so he could carry his pack of Marlboros in his rolled-up sleeve. He got Brylcreem hair grease, slicked his hair back into a ducktail style, and began to walk with a bad boy swagger.
He would have bought a motorcycle or a souped-up hot rod if he had had enough money, but he did not.
After practicing his rebel demeanor for a week, Andrew called Gloria and asked her to meet him at the local car-hop drive in restaurant. She reluctantly agreed.
When he saw Gloria’s car pull up, he slowly sauntered over to where she had parked and leaned into the driver’s side window. “Hey, baby, how do you like the new me? I’m a real bad boy now, aren’t I, bitch?”
Gloria looked at Andrew and shook her head from side to side. “Yeah, Andrew, you’re looking bad to the bone, all right. Your costume will look great our next Halloween party.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “rebel.”
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I’m guessing for every true rebel there’s a 1000 rebel wannabes! You’ll probably find more true rebels in prisons around the country. So be careful with that rebel thing!
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Some of us just don’t have that “bad to the bone” gene.
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Yeah, tell me about it. My post was a tad biographical. Just a tad, though. I didn’t go full James Dean.
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I was a freak, an ass, for others but never a rebel. Except for my teachers.
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One of my fave songs, “Bad to the Bone”. Did you ever see “Christine”, movie from a Stephen King book?
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No, but I did read the book years ago.
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Me too, but it had good music in the movie.
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I dated a black leather, motorcycle, ducktail in high school.
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Was he a real rebel or a rebel wannabe?
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He was real until he graduated and joined the airforce
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One of my best friends was a guy who drove a 1960 red and white corvette. He was into cars not bikes
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My folks had a ‘57 Chevy Bel Air. I LOVED that car! My first was a 1961 Corvair Monza. It was a real POS.
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Did the backend catch fire??
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Husband’s grandpa had a 61 Chevy with that special curved rear window. Gave to our next oldest . Kids! Ruined it by trying to put a too large engine in it.
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My dad had a 57 Chevy, beautiful. White and Sierra gold brown??
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My personal favorite is a 964 or 66 mustang.
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We used to go bowling, candlepins
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Ah, memories!
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I have lots, happens when you age : )
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Yeah, tell me about it!
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I think I’m older than you. I’ll be 72 this dall.
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And did you also like bad boys?
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This guy especially since my dad worked with his dad and hated him. Naturally I was attracted…: )
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Reblogged this on Your Health Matters First.
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I wanna be a rebel too!! I haven’t had a chance since 1968-1970!
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