All my friends are homeless...bums, runaways, hobos, military vets. These are my people. And then there's my best friend who's been living with me for four months. Our main objective is to get drunk every night and go to hidden beach. We get free food from Pizza Luce.
But I'm back "home" now (well, my mom's house). I freaked out yesterday on hash and thought some guys were coming to kill me. The paranoia has wore off today. Ya-yo. I think I've settled scores with old enemies. I have atoned for my uncircumcised problems. I feel...complete. I feel...ready. I am...happy, I suppose. I want to go to college in the fall and then take all my friends to Europe one day. That is my dream.
But I'm back "home" now (well, my mom's house). I freaked out yesterday on hash and thought some guys were coming to kill me. The paranoia has wore off today. Ya-yo. I think I've settled scores with old enemies. I have atoned for my uncircumcised problems. I feel...complete. I feel...ready. I am...happy, I suppose. I want to go to college in the fall and then take all my friends to Europe one day. That is my dream.