And it's not a haiku.
Age 13: I discover the kid who offers me prescription drugs saying, "You could really use some of these," is absolutely correct.
Age 14: I discover a reason to keep living: To get drunk as often as possible!
Age 15: I push anything awful down with Weed, Pills, and, of course, & Liquor.
Age 16: Why not add a little LSD to the mix? When Valium & Weed don't work and Booze gives one blackouts, LSD is a really, really attractive idea. Besides, it's so spiritual, if spirituality means driving down PCH quoting Foreigner's "Blue Monday" verbatim and wondering if the median has people in it.
Age 17 1/2: I quit drinking because I think I want to live and am afraid I won't die if I keep on.
Ages 17 1/2-30: Does that guy/girl/standoffish person of any gender like me? Does my professor hate me? How much do those shoes cost? I need them to go with my cape.
Ages 30-42: Real Contentment doesn't lie in Sex, Shopping, Candy, or Caffeine. But they don't hurt either. At least not most of the time.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Though
it rains hard and feels
like Winter, a ladybug
flies past my window.
like Winter, a ladybug
flies past my window.
Sparrow
Sparrow, how hard does
your heart flutter when you fend
off a thieving hawk?
your heart flutter when you fend
off a thieving hawk?
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