Second Childhood
I feel like I am in my second childhood. I was hanging out with a pack of 13 year-olds who I skateboard with (Morgan is really good) and they told me I have no life because I was hanging out with them instead of out partying. I explained to them that I am living in a halfway house recovering from chemical addictions, still licking my wounds from the previous "runs". The kids continued to tease but then I threatened to open up a can of whoop ass on all six of them and that brought there cruel prepubescent taunts to a halt. All in all, I enjoy skating with the young bucks and playing chess with other addicts at my crib. Life is 'aight and that's all I got for now.