Thursday, August 20, 2009
I know they're bad for me. But I don't really care. I love them. I love the way M. punches metal signs and brick walls with his metal hands and is so incredibley easy-going. I love how P. teaches me how to fight and always treats me special. I love how K. has conversations with herself and doesn't care if I'm quiet or weird or me. I love how R. quotes movies constantly and gives those looks. And I know where they've all been... All but K. and me. Honestly, I don't care. I feel accepted and at home with them. Everything is just so kicked-back and perfect. Well, no, not perfect. We're just a handful of kids sitting in a garage trying to find a moment of peace in the messed up world. And yeah, we've done things that messed it up more in that garage. But we always go back to it. And I know that it's not considered right, but I don't see why. We're happy there. And it's odd how it ended up, really. Three boys, two girls, and R.'s lady of the week. I wonder what will come of it, and if anything does come of it, who will be with who. Legality and pain and regret and fear and hate and inhibitions all just melt away in the garage. It's my "happy place". I know plenty of people who would be upset about it, but I don't care. I love them and I love our place. It's ours and the world can't penetrate.
Posted by Alex at 7:37 PM