Originally Posted by Mondo Bungle

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.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.