Tuesday, February 1, 2011
upwardly mobile vagrant
i was sixteen years old when this happened. not sure if thats really good or bad. or nothing at all. i remember sitting in my room tripping the fuck out on acid and staring at this shit hoping to god that my parents wouldn't knock on the door and force to me have anything that resembled a conversation with them. that was a great summer. no parks yet so we spent our weekends trolling the back alleys of nashua searching for spots we knew weren't there. i would start my friday nights with my board, 5 bucks for pizza at esspresso, a half pack of smokes in my cargo pants pockets and a dime bag of that downtown brown. does anyone else remember skating the bus depot behind city hall? that place was my EMB.