A Letter From Micko
It has been an eventful six months coming to terms with my newly found boganhood so i have decided to end it all.
There have been many ups and downs, sleeping in the back of a ute at the coast venture with some honorary bogans was good but it played havoc on my back.
People have been paying me out for being a bogan.
I've been called all sorts of names like "Mullet Micko" and been told to
"go home you bogan basted".
I don't know why, there must be some reason why Nobody Likes a Bogan.
I've found it hard acting and dressing the way a bogan is meant to, You don't know how much flannel costs these days and old Holden parts are becoming hard to find as this fashion of being a bogan is reaching its peak, I feel sorry for all those 'fake' bogans because they will be stuck with bad hair, bad lawns and rusting bits of cars when this fad dies away.
With year 12 coming up I have to concentrate on my school work and stop trying to be a bogan and most universities don't accept bogans to enrol in there courses ecsept maybe Uni of Western-Sydney.
So it is with great sadness I am going back into the
bogan closet and locking the door, I'm not going to be a bogan any more. I will
still be Micko but no more boganism for me.
From now on when you hear about Micko think of a yellow haired freak spinning in circles.
Wop wopwop woop!!!
Micko