The Torn
And so I sit here, 18 and in the grip of a new experience. University and my first keggar. The new and the old collide in the most gripping way. The new perkiness and magooery of campus life. The new parties. The beer.No one worried about parents, only the inevitability of police, routine and expected. The old familiarity of the stoners, the chillerz, smizzoking in their own way. Which am I to become? Which am I more? Time only will tell. Chocolate mint?
(For the record, tonight I was both as you might be able to tell.... :o)
(For the record, tonight I was both as you might be able to tell.... :o)