Teenage Dirtbags on Mount Misery

Blog-chives, Vol. 7: Teen Drinking, Party Patrol, & Mount Misery

Chaz, puking up drugs and alcohol in front of our town’s middle school, 2004.

It wouldn’t be a Down the Pipes reader appreciation weekend if I didn’t dig out some old Xanga posts for my OGs, right? Loading up some saucy ones for you from exactly 20 years ago, November 2003.

For those of you who are new here, I’ve been blogging for a long ass time. Most of my earliest work from my high school blog has been vigorously scrubbed from the internet, confined to a series of hard drives kept in a safety deposit box deep in the mountains.

Every now and then when I’m feeling nostalgic for being a teenager on Long Island and the friends I pretty much never went back for, I’ll surface some of these old posts and share ‘em here. Miss y’all!

Most of you won’t know the names or references, but some of you might remember the details as vividly as I do. Remember: Reading a 16 year boy’s blog is weird if the kid is currently 16; you should definitely mind your own business. But 20 years later, it’s just another primary document to pore over.

Editorial notes will be provided, where appropriate. You’ll need to be logged into your substack account and a paid or comped subscriber to access this post…paid if I don’t know you that well, comped if I do…sign up for the free tier if you aren’t sure which one you are. Please enjoy.