Twelve years ago I did something. Not anything specific, I did a lot of things. But they were twelve years ago. It was me, I did them, and it was twelve years ago. We’re not talking swinging on a playground or eating dinner. Twelve years ago I smoked weed. I kissed people on wet lawns. I stole my dad’s car without a license and drove to an abandoned VFW-hall parking lot to learn about the world. I read passages of books which I can still recite to this day. I watched movies which altered my perception or, more accurately, added layers onto the perception I was slowly developing. I felt lonely, felt elated. Twelve years ago, I woke up.
shit man, i'm real glad you're hiking up substack mountain. what a journey it's been.
you are such a freak i love u