One may have had more of an effect on me than the other, I’m not certain yet, it depends on the moment I’m having when you ask.
In the 8th grade I used to skip school frequently.
I would get some candy, soda and a magazine... Mad
(I think another funny one was called Cracked).
I’d sit on the hill, next to a tower overlooking the school, reading, smoking cigarettes and overdosing on sugar.
I’d know when it was time to go “home” of course when the last bell rang.
In retrospect, that was some relatively innocent trouble to be getting in.