care； right？ But then Skyler and Juli's brothers formed a band；
which they named Mystery Pisser。
When my mom heard about it； she pletely wigged out。 “What kind of parents would allow
their children to be in a band named Mystery
Pisser？ It's vile。 It's disgusting！”
“That's the whole point； Mom；” Lyta tried to explain。 “It doesn't mean anything。 It's just to
get a rise out of old people。”
“Are you calling me old； young lady？ Because it's certainly getting a rise out of me！”
Lyta just shrugged； implying that my mom could draw her own conclusion。
“Go！ Go to your room；” my mother snapped。
“For what？” Lyta snapped back。 “I didn't say a thing！”
“You know perfectly well what for。 Now you go in there and adjust your attitude； young lady！”
So Lyta got another one of her teenage time…outs； and after that any time Lyta was two
minutes late ing home for dinner； my mother
would messenger me down to Skyler's house to drag her home。 It might have been
embarrassing for Lyta； but it was worse for me。 I was still in
elementary school； and the Mystery Pisser guys were in high school。 They were ripe and
ragged； raging power chords through the neighborhood；
while I looked like I'd just gotten back from Sunday school。
I'd get so nervous going down there that my voice would squeak when I'd tell Lyta it was
time for dinner。 It literally squeaked。 But after a while
the band dropped Mystery from their name； and Pisser and its entourage got used to me
showing up。 And instead of glaring at me； they started
saying stuff like； “Hey； baby brother； e on in！” “Hey； Brycie boy； wanna jam？”
This； then； is how I wound up in Skyler Brown's g