"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls...but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There was nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

- Hunter S. Thompson

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

growing up in this life



Lollipops turn into cigarettes
The innocent ones turn into sluts
Homework goes in the trash
Mobile phones are being used in class
Detention becomes suspension
Soda becomes vodka
Bikes become cars
Kisses turn into sex
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings
Race issues were about who ran the fastest
War was only a card game
And the only drug you knew was cough medicine
When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn’t wait to grow up...

- David Harty

I wish I could say I wrote it.
However cliche it may sound...I think it puts this side of growing up nicely. Or not nicely depending on how much you enjoy the idea of lollipops turning into cigarettes.

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