I am going to stay 18 forever.
A nostalgic feeling has been creeping in. I miss high school, and the simplicity of it. I miss the solace in hanging out at rhams horn till 1 in the morning; smoking cigarets and drinking coffee. I miss the feeling I used to get when listening to local music. When there was actually some feeling in lyrics. I miss writing on the wall at Matt Ryan’s house, drinking wine coolers and hanging out with people that were way to old for me. I miss Matt Ryan in general and how he always had my back. From the moment I met him. He was wearing a pistons jersey and told me he was going to beat the shit out of my ex boyfriend. Just because he hurt me. The ultimate definition of a best friend. I miss cock blocking him because I thought no girl was good enough. I miss how Brenda and I used to do so many fun things, me being the reasonable one and her telling me to live a little. Driving with the windows down listening to fall out boy before they were big. Stealing her moms car at 15 just to drive to a local show.
Now a days rhams horn is smoke free, and any idiot that picks up a guitar calls them-self an “artist”. The last time I talked to Matt Ryan was when my brother was in the hospital. Brenda is getting married, and I party way too much. Talk about role reversal. I wish I could go back in time. As much as I thought the world was against me I had it in the palm of my hand.
