I wish I was 16 again
On a Friday afternoon, 3:30, schools out. All you have to worry about is if you can get in that hot little blonde's pants that sits two chairs up from you at the party that night.
You were'nt desensitized to the scent, the feel of a woman.
You were'nt bombarded with responseability. Order. Conformity.
You wanted to break the rules. To be better than anyone else at whatever you chose to be.
And that's why it was all good. You knew you were on a track, somewhere; but you did'nt give a shit. It was Friday, it was the weekend
Mostly I wish I was 16 so I could enjoy this new Xbox game State of Emergency....but that's a whole other story.
Damn this wretched adulthood. Damn it all to hell.
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