08-23-03 - 1:26 am
shits so much different now. friday and saturday nights arent spent skating and stealing road cones or playing with fire works on a golf course or fucking with the kids with civics n forerunners in coolidge park. no more steak n shake at 2am or wiggers to pick on or arcade to play wind jammers in. no more anything. bitching? me? prolly so. its just my reflex of dealing with a cliche i didnt believe in, but have begun to understood to be terribly true. after high school, you lose friends. everyone's impulses become more self concious than group oriented. whether its work, school, or being whipped by their significant other, they all appear less and less. sad? i guess. this couldve been one of those monotone intro narratives done at the beginning of the wonder years. spose i could be that kid on that show. spose every guy in america could, thats why it was such a good show. note: her eyes are made of marbles, her lips are made of melting ice.
