Is it odd to be dry? To not drink? Maybe. It didn’t seem that way. Not at the time.
“Fuck drinking.”
To me, it was an “us against them” mentality. As a child, growing up, developing a sense of self, an awareness of being, I wanted to be someone. No, that’s not it at all. I wanted [...]
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Guns n’ Roses. Appetite for Destruction.
It was amazing. The album was like Excalibur for me. I remember wanting it. I remember going to the store and buying it with my cousin and his friend. I remember his friend buying a Judas Priest album. Maybe a live one, I’m not sure. That part doesn’t matter — [...]
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We went to a party at a club. It turned out Jason knew someone who had a friend who was the general manager. So we all loaded up and went. Amy, Stephanie, Polly, Jason and I. It was an 18-years and up club, meaning we avoided the issue of fake IDs. Meaning we had our [...]
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There’s no one here. I said that already.
There isn’t even anything here that makes me want to write.
“Holy shit.”
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A girl just put a match out on our ashtray. Well, the ashtray on the table the group of us has claimed. Using as a base of sorts. Even if it’s just Jason and I right now, ignoring each other. I can’t decide if I find her move rude or interesting. The girl I noticed [...]
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My ears strain, looking for something to pull out of conversations. Girls (or boys. How about people?) with the same haircut. Girls whispering secrets to each other while blocking the doorway. Fifth grade secrets like: “Look at him. No, not now! He’s looking! Ohmygod! He’s so cute!” Boys chewing on toothpicks. A couple walking by [...]
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“You’re a fool then.”
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Smoking as an event, as an occurrence, has always eluded me. Maybe that makes me the fool.
A girl four tables in front of me bangs on her table. Once again I am reminded how easy it is to become old. And stale. Let’s not forget stale. And the people I am now associating with want [...]
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Isn’t it amazing how people fall? How easy it is to become bogged down by monotony and life? Beepers, sitcoms, cigarettes and frozen food. I feel like, sound like, an Oasis song. I don’t think this truly happens until one lives on one’s own, but I saw a lot of it that week. It seemed [...]
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Smoke. Drinks. It’s always the same ingredients, isn’t it? I wonder if the table is two and a half or three feet square. I wonder how it is that I can’t figure it out as I notice the DJ’s reflection in a mirror, the rose tablecloth and the need for words. My hand can’t keep [...]
