I was married to the punk snot nosed kid on the block. Growing up, there is always some boy in your neighborhood, kinda cute in a skinny upturned nose sort of way, but this kid has a bad attitude, he’s the bad boy. The parents don’t pay him too much attention, he’s always running the streets, he probably plays guitar, he lives dangerously. Rides his bike too fast, or drives a dirt bike when he’s too young.