Do you remember when we first met?

I was looking through some old photos this afternoon. i cant believe how long ago it was. when everything seemed like it would last forever. when growing up seemed too far away and nobody wanted to let me do anything alone. now that adult hood is beating me over the head with a giant stick i wish i was back in 9th grade. with friends who had fake bleach blonde hair and braces. god i still feel like a child. my biggest influences are my friends on the stereo. Jack Johnson really cuts through me. And god James Taylor. he speaks to me. ok this is really making no sense and im tired.

New Places and Missing old Faces

I remember back in middle school how much i disliked louisa. there was nothing to do. and your friends lived a half hour away or longer. and then came high school. i made friends that would last a life time. i "borrowed" my parents car when i wanted to see them. i had relationships that lasted 5 months and i couldnt forget them if i tried.
i had a back porch to sit on to listen to the thunder role closer and watch the lightening as it touched the ground. i had a breezy window to listen to the frogs croak after the storm had passed. i had fireflies to welcome every summer evening.
now all i have are bootleg cds to listen to to remind me of friends. now all i have are memories of getting kicked off school property. now all i have are pictures of that night i drank that entire bottle of red wine and passed out on ricardos bedroom floor. now all i have are subtle reminders of the first time i tried tequilla and cried on a complete strangers sholder.