Post by Mark Storm on Jul 5, 2016 14:11:23 GMT -6
Our intoxication was different to everyone else's. Our addiction was going out and talking about where we wanted to be and what we wanted to do and how we we're going to do it. The mere thought of the future is what kept us alive, what kept us going despite our reality at the time not reflecting where we wanted to be and what we wanted to do. We all have to find a way to make it bearable and this was our escape, plotting and planning our future's before they could unfold before us, a generation of deep thinkers who'd tap into their philosophical mind's when the night comes. But of course, it could've been a lot worse. We could of been doing marijuana to tap into our psyche's, something we'd experimented with but came to the conclusion that we weren't those sort of people. Whilst the use of it was purely experimental, we were surrounded by a bunch of fucktards who had no real motive, no real drive, they were content on getting high for the rest of their miserable lives and I wasn't going to have any of that, nor was the rest of the group. No. We were better than that. We could've been doing some other crazy shit like heroin or ecstasy, you know, to get a better feel or whatever the fuck it does to you. We could've been drinking alcohol and fucking girls, and caring about where we ranked on the popularity ladder. It could've been a lot worse. This was our youth and God it was so fucking beautiful, a memory that's stapled to my mind like a video clip of all of us lads running away from our problems, escaping our reality because facing it, well, it just wasn't worth the hassle.