Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Looking back to the future.

Years from now, we'll look back and wish it could be the same. We'll say we were just kids having the time of our lives and we were taking the world for our own. Claiming that the drugs were experiments, things to make our suburban lives more interesting. We'll say that it was all in good nature. Our memories will fail on the hard parts. The parts we can't down. That we had alternative motives. Some of us needed to be lost, some of us were pressured by people we wanted to love us, some of us were serious addicts, some of us were looking for a fun time, some of us wanted to make it easier, some of us were just looking for an escape. We won't remember that because we'll have to remember the reasons why. All we want to remember is the highs and the laughing and the crazy shit that went down. The unspoken understanding of the things we went through to get to that point. The understanding that there is more to getting through life than whitty phases and intelligent one-liners. For now, we'll smoke a bowl, do a line, pop a pill, or drop a square. We'll drive around and enjoy the world that seems so small.

5 comments:

Kill Tandon aka Castron Dillon aka Roya Roya said...

Smoke if you gotta, but those lines and those pills...Now i'm not trying to be mr DARE graduate or any shit like that, but i've worked in bars for like seven years and i've seen those lines and those pills turn people....Just be careful yo.

IP said...

I think this is a beautiful and insightful post. You absolutely nailed it.

IP said...

ps. yea, that is totally good-grace's shop. awesome, right?

Good-Grace said...

whoa. this takes me back about 15 years... perfectly captured. (except the lines and pills part -- I was strictly all about the alcohol.) I agree with IP - you nailed it.

IP said...

I read your comment re: something missing. I think it is a great post. If you think you'd like to expand though, consider expanding some of the reasons why (people experimented) or explore (perhaps later in life when you have that perspective) what makes us look back on those times with rose colored glasses. I was kind of beyond goody-two shoes but everyone experiments with their identity and while I couldn't be paid to relive those times again, I appreciate them. And I appreciate good stories which is what all those stories are. What is potentially interesting is what the stories we chose to tell about ourselves reveal. What are the themes, who am I in my stories (martyr, antagonist, hero), etc...