I want to be a degenerate.
I want to run away with fingerless gloves and a leather jacket all the way to the other side of the continent- California. I want to freeze with a boy or a girl on the wooden floor of someone that has taken me in, and I want to mosh with them at shows. I want rich conservative old ladies that used to be in beauty pagents to sneer at me and steer their kids away on the street. I want to sing for change.
Here I would be a tragedy, starving, and this time it wouldn't be for vanity. I would be sick without any medicine. But I would be having the time of my life.
I would drink to keep warm, but not to keep happy. I would smoke to smile, but not because I need it. I would inahle too much nicotine, and eat too many chips.
I want to be a vagrant.