We all grow up. Some of us in grow up to be politicians, doctors, businessmen. Others grow up have less professionally rewarding careers. Not very often, but sometimes, I wonder what I look like to the people I grew up with. One kid in particular.
Don’t get me wrong, I was well liked in high school. That being said there was one kid who always had a grudge. We became friends later on, after I gave him a ride home from a bad situation he had gotten into a long ways away from home. That being said, in high school we weren’t exactly on the best of terms. He was our town’s drug dealer for weed, meth, coke, crack and heroine.
I remember one day, my buddy and I went to the skatepark. Drug dealer shows up and starts fucking shit up because my buddy’s brother owes the drug dealer some money. He throws his skateboard around, fucks up his bmx bike, tries to swing at him unsuccessfully and then leaves. We were all pretty rattled, obviously. This is his back story.
The last time I saw him was about five years ago. I had crashed my car so I was taking the bus to work while I was in college. He was hitting the gym to start doing weight lifting comps. He was a big guy but he didn’t have as much muscle as he did fat. I haven’t heard from him since.
I sit here wondering, where has his life gone? What has he done in recent years? I have a photograph of us with our arms around each others shoulders from the third grade. We were best friends once.
I know where I’m at right now. I assume it’s a good place. Mind you that thought is subjective. But I’ve got a good job, a family that cares about (no matter how fucked up they might be), a mother fucking asian leopard cat, an artistic outlet of expression and last but definitely not least a girlfriend that cares about me. And did I forget? oh yes. I moved out the Valley.
I’m just wondering where Frank’s life has taken him. Last time I talked to him he was telling me that he had literally burnt his septum out of his nose.
I don’t wonder where this guy is now to justify where I am. I’m mostly just curious to see how two people who had similar up-bringing and environment ended up in such different circumstances.
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JM Gershenson-Gates, A Mechanical Mind
Amazing room painted in a Yoshi’s Island theme!!!
4 hours later…
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This is how my cat drinks too! I thought he was the only one but i guess not!
Forest Hill Arena, Toronto (Lucus Houle)
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