Re: Intervention Time - I've got this friend....
Oh, Jesus Christ. How did it come to this?
When I was 27, I was doing a little too well for myself. I had a good job, money in the bank, I'd moved to the big city and found myself afloat. I have an annual self-destructive streak. Had? Now, I just get involved in bigger and bigger personal projects. Trying to better myself and start a-gasp-career.
But what did 27-year-old me do? Well, he seriously ramped up his nosecandy intake, got involved and moved in with a girl who was engaged to her ex-husband, and picked up smoking. This was all for a laugh, mind you. Rock and roll, right? The cigarettes are really the only thing that lasted.
And I hate it. And they're going. I can't breathe and I'm slow. I no longer hurt people on the bike, just myself, off of it. They're on the way out. It is always at the forefront of my mind. Made it 14 hours on Saturday. Sunday, without them, nerves were so shot that I noticed I couldn't play slow enough during band practice. I know it'll go away.
Hell, my roommate "quit" months ago. Every day for months, I've been paying for two of us, at $14 a pack.
Fuck this.
Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost Control
Hit a wall
But we're alright
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