Here's a picture of me when I was Twelve.LESSON 1: Traditions
The redefined word "tradition" to our un-clique is anything that is, was, or will be memorable. The only traditional aspect of most of these highly reminiscent items is that it is traditional to acknowledge these with the respect of a landmark. They could be minor vandalisms, a story or song, or performing a ritual to maintain the actual tradition.
LESSON 2: The Structure of Mowkusrah
Chapter 1: Mowk
One traditional evening in the summer of 1992, an era where K-Rah and I hooked up frequently to hang out together, an activity that we chose to do was to make a tape of ourselves in case anything memorable (traditional) was said or done. To capture the moment seemed to be the proper way of handling any would-be traditions. Another reason that we prepared was because we were aware that we were not like our varsity dreaming shopping mall poster boy peers. While others in our grade respected the codes of stationary conduct, Kelly and I acted in ridiculous manners, creating commotion and discussing subjects such as feces in public, often annoying or spawning contempt from the conformists of maturity. "Mentals," we were called.
The tape idea was a great success because a new method which would enhance the mentality factor was discovered. When the pause button is held halfway down while recording, the reels on the tape recorder speed up, thus donating less sound per tape. The result is that anything recorded with these methods was a cassette containing material that when played back would be played back in slow motion. Our voices played back in slow-mo was the most amusing thing that was ever beheld, making us more eager to record more. Eventually, the insanity reached a point where I began convulsing on the floor...
K-Rah: Mark is convulsing on the floor...Don't you convulse on the floor; we want it to be just for MOWK.
Mowk: OooouuuughhhhaaaaHHHHh! OoooouuuughhhaaaaHHHh!
K-Rah:Uh oh.. no more pie...
This was where "Mowk" was said for the first time, and it was not soon forgotten.
Chapter 2: Us Within the next year, B had moved from next to my crib to next to K-Rah's crib. They eventually began to chill with each other, and B, being the usurper he was made temporary Unions against the one of us not present. One time after being corrected extensively by me that my full name was Mark, not Markus or Markus Alexander the Third twice removed Junior, I believe that he and K-Rah conspired to anger me by trying to create the longest name possible for me. I succumbed to the will of Brindon putting an "us" after my name as long as it was only with my current pseudonym, Mowk.
Mowkus, though still fit with a healthy occasional Alexandarian suffix was not forgotten either.
Chapter 3: Rah One of the first traditional stories, in this case a film traditional to K-Rah was Richard Adams's classic tale of bunnies and revolution, Watership Down. After his extended praise of the movie, I witnessed it myself and discovered that it was indeed the bomb as mentioned. I then read the book and learned that the rabbits (main characters) were so society-like that they even had their own language, Lapine. Not just for words, mind you -- grammar occasions and slang were included, too. The suffix "rah" was used in Lapine to signify A prince, leader or chief rabbit. Knowing that my worth was equal to that of a fictitious lagomorph, I assumed the suffix for my own to remind me of the Traditions which will always be, thus making me the traditional mental being: Mowkusrah.
Here's a picture of me when I was Twelve.