I found a story I can only describe as "Joel at 11 being swept up in the commercialization of rap at the turn of 2002, the last years of Cartoon Network and all that being decent, the end of the junk food craze of the 1990s, his varied interests at the time and a whole bunch of [Orion VII kneeler alarm] I can't describe here without necessitating an ISP ban" and read through it again. Apparently, at 11 while writing it:
-I was obsessed with putting references to random songs in the story. The first one was "Ghetto Superstar."
-I thought using leetspeak (numbers as letters, etc.) was cool.
-Rims larger than 17" on most cars was completely reasonable.
-No sentence was any longer than fourteen words maximum until a 2007 edit.
-I had some damn good spelling at 11.
-2003, the year I started typing it, was the last year I listened to Z100 religiously. Now I die a little on the inside when I hear it on the "radio." I made a reference to it...
-The only guns I knew about were from Counter-Strike and used in the story. And it was the same 7 weapons every time.
I watched that Taxicab Confessions thing on HBO a couple hours ago. Some ****ed up ****.... but wow, I missed a hell of a decade there. Chevy Caprice taxicabs? I knew that show took place in the mid-1990s.