Ahh yes, I can remember my prom like it was six years ago. High end limousines, cheap rum and the possibility of getting and erection during that special slow dance. Oh yes, I remember it well. It's funny now looking back, thinking that I had the world at my finger tips. I did really, but that was indeed the last time I played with a globe. Time has come and gone. Boys have became men, women have become mothers. Degree's and diploma's fill the mantel. Memories and medicine fill the day. Ahh yes, I remember now. How fun it all was.
Early twenties are supposed to be the best years. But I find that the best of anything cannot be forced. 'This is going to be the best sandwich ever! Hmm.. but I'm out of mustard...'. It is hard to look into a mirror and tell yourself that 'this is going to be the best day of my life.' Who really knows if its going to be the best day of your life? I think what makes that best day of your life is not knowing that its going to happen. So the next time someone tells you that life is great until you reach 30, or any ago for that matter, punch them in the face and say "Yeah, you're right"
Who needs these boundaries implemented by others. Who is to say I cannot do this, or shouldn't do that. I'm going to smoke. I'm getting that tattoo. I'll fucking play until I decide to quit.
Ahh yes, the rebel. The human desire to say fuck the free world. Fun to think, hard to follow. I think we need a little bit of both in our day to day life. We need come structure and order for sure. But once in a while, the little man (or women) in your head says fuck it. The best of both worlds.
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