In 1998, I sat on the edge of a stage in a crowded middle-school gym wearing a white shirt that said, menacingly, “Just Say No.” My mom smiled toothily, and took a picture of me with five police officers, crossing their arms, their crotches pointed toward the back of my head. Everyone was so proud.
Today, after graduating from a university rampant with shrooms and its own opium dens, I wear a backpack and tramp around New York City alongside these people -- my friends, I guess?
As someone in their 20s, constantly struggling to find myself, and make sense of it all, this post really spoke to me this morning.
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