That thinks about how this entire generation is going to die so young? We are all these artsy, creative, smart kids with such huge dreams… but we are all looking for our fix, our rebellion, our taste of freedom. "It’s just a phase" he tells me Alcohol stained breath drifting across the room mixing with my cigarette smoke. But doesn’t he understand? These are addictions…. We can’t just wake up as adults and no longer feel the need to prove ourselves. Alcohol. Drugs. Steroids. ***. Cigarettes. Love….
We are all addicted to something that… …takes the pain away. …numbs our minds. …makes us forget. When our rebellion has killed us…. When all our art and creativity have left us….. When we’ve killed off all those pesky brain cells…..