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Songs that Time Forgot: Slam Suzanne by Rick Emerson: Once upon a time, I was just a mulleted, spotty teenager with stars in my eyes and metal on the brain. (Some things never change; some things change only slightly.) Following my own kind of Manifest Destiny, I secured a few radio gigs at any place/format that would have me, and while some of these have been discussed at great length *cough* Pet Patrol *cough*, others have been overlooked. Such a place was 88.1, the local high school station, which was centered squarely in the middle of the Tri-City Area Vocational Skills Center. Generally viewed as a place to dump wayward youths who might otherwise be out stripping cars (or merely stripping), the vocational center was a breeding ground for drug deals, knife fights, and bathroom-stall sex. Or so I'm told. For a certain segment of the student population, it was also dismal, irrefutable evidence that the school district viewed you as a lost cause...that you were thought incapable of overcoming your own history. That you would live and die in the same dry, dusty zip code. That you would have more children like yourself. Every day, teenage mothers and early meth-head prototypes competed for prime space in the smoking sections of the parking lot, and black-trenchcoat types huddled in alcoves, tossing multi-sided dice. The soundtrack to all of this was 88.1, which, due to its relatively strong signal (and the relative smallness of the town) was well-listened to, esp