Monday, June 11, 2012

Good Times

What exactly is the definition of good times now adays? For me, it used to mean Alisa and I went outside and played games, and watched movies like E.T., Cats Can't Dance, Winnie the Pooh, all the cool ones. Now... Good times are sitting around and drinking and smoking and doing drugs. Am I the only one that sees the problem here? I miss being able to go outside everyday and play with my sister and live in the little world that consisted of our yard. I miss my big box of Lego, and my Barbies and everything that made up that world. Something happened in the last twelve years. But, I don't know exactly what. I just know that it's wrong.

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