I've been having a conversation with my friend, looking back on our early teens respectively before we knew each other, and damn, I was pretty terrible back then. I haven't thought about it for a while, but my routine was basically slam some painkillers that other river rats had, huff spray paint, wander, beg for change, get those same river rats to buy me malt liquor, drink until I was comfortable enough to fall asleep on the ground in seconds, wake up at dawn feeling like shit, repeat.
Bitching because that was some shity shit.
That was only like one summer though.
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Originally Posted by Oriphiel
Hmm, what's this in my pocket?
*epic guitar solo blasts into my face*
DAMN IT MONDO
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