remember walking to your friends house?
i played streetfighter and ate cheez-its
yes i was high
the clouds were something out of a comic book
music was echoing in a way i hadn’t noticed earlier
left to our own devices we managed to light something on fire
why did that feel so good? oh yeah. i was 14, high in the woods
days with neighborhood friends are heavy on my heart today
was it a song lyric that reminded me of those guys? they wore FUCT tshirts and STUSSY hats
we all smoked cigarettes. eventually anything we could get our hands on
i liked having secrets
i liked listening to Primus and Pink Floyd
it was a unique time in my life, i somehow made it out alive and relatively sane
i stole from almost every store i entered, swedish red fish, lighters, matches were free but certainly not without a dirty look
maybe i figured since my father was injecting his veins with heroin thats what the world had in store for me
probably not the best attitude!
i took my aggression towards everyone out on the field hockey field. i felt so strong, powerful, invincible even
on the weekends we filled those water bottle with any booze we could find, typically some nasty vodka
i always drank fast, hard and as much as i could. it was always gone too fast
off to the next party
flashes of smoky memories are welcomed these days
im done hiding
the only thing i hide now are “santa’s” gifts
