It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The time

My friends and I had come up with a plan to ditch school early. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We went to our neighbourhood corner store and stole snack for the whole day. The dude running the place wasn’t happy and called the cops. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We ditched that scene and went back to my buddy’s house to smoke weed and eat our snacks because his mom was at work during the day. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We slept for a couple of hours and when everybody had woken up we headed to mall to see what was what. Everybody was out of school by then it would be jam packed with kids we knew. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We tried running our game on girls we thought were pretty good looking but got turned down. We started berating them for not wanting to be with us. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We soon grew tired of getting turned down so we just walked around the mall looking for someone else to harass. We found one of our classmates that everybody picks on. We made him cry and he swore that he would tell his uncle but we just laughed at him. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. We decided to go to the playground outside our school. We were bored so we decided to play some basketball. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. A couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in the neighbourhood. I got into on little fight and my mom got scared and said ‘you’re movin’ in with your auntie and uncle in bel-air’, but what can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I'm Tired

Sometime I wonder if I hadn’t met my friends. Would my life be so different? Would I have a home instead of wandering from town to town, city to city? I’ve spent the latter part of the 13 years that I’ve spent with my friends asking myself these questions. I wonder if this is what happens when one approaches seniority? That’s a lie; I’m definitely old by most people standard. My so called friends (male and female, if you were curious) are at least 30 years my junior. This is most likely the reason why they make me the butt of all their jokes, but what can I do I’m stuck with them. We’ve done many things that I can honestly say that I regret doing. I’m not going to bother telling you things that make me feel ashamed about myself. However, I will tell you that we’ve harassed children and have stolen expensive equipment for our “higher ups”. When I was younger I enjoyed doing these things because I thought it would get me somewhere. I thought I would be the one giving out orders to scrubs who don’t mind doing what they’re told. I feel that my age and experience more than qualifies me to be much higher up in this organization. I call it an organization because gangs are for people with no aim or goal other than causing havoc. Organizations have a goal that they set out to achieve whether it be monopoly, Drug trafficking, prostitution or, for the truly insane, world domination. I’m tired of pretending that the jokes directed at me are humorous when inside of me a fire blazes that’s just begging to explode. If I wasn’t born with a horseshoe in my butt I would most likely be dead. My colleagues and I have gotten into situations that drug-fuelled teenagers wouldn’t attempt. If I may quote Roger Murtaugh from lethal weapon “I’m too old for this shit!” I’m tired of attempting to steal from teenagers; I’m tired of harassing nurses; I’m tired of running from female cops; and most importantly I’m tired of yelling “looks like Team Rocket Is Blasting Off Again!!!”