Just a cheesy story about just another brick in the wall

Small flashback

So, after that "incident" with Catherine which resulted in her becoming my "girlfriend", i was not ready for the day. I strapped on my doc martins and my jeans with my battle jacket that's covered in punk band patches over a plain, white shirt. I walked to the bus stop alone, being the only person on my street that took the bus, i stood there listening to the dead kennedys. Fun fact: i got my name from the dead kennedys. Here's how:

I was in 6th grade. It was the first day of middle school and i wore a dead kennedys shirt that day to try and attract people with the same musical interests i had. And that's how i met Chucky too! He was in my science class and saw my shirt and said "hey, dead kennedys! kick ass!" and offered me a seat next to him. I accepted we and we began to talk. It didn't take long for us to realize that this was going to be a bad ass friendship. I found him that day at lunch and we sat next to each other. I was eating a (possibly fake) jello cup from the cafeteria when suddenly, Chucky slapped my hand and jello spilled all over my shirt. He told me since my name is jeff and Jello Biafra is the lead singer of the dead kennedys and i spilled jello on my shirt, that he would call me Jello. Ever since then the name stuck.