***2002***
I remember very little of the event and the days leading up to it. Confusing thoughts, mixed-up memories, muffled commands, alcohol, LSD, smack, pot, Eccy, coke……….nothing but the drugs are clear in my mind. So many to choose from, so little time…
Now my cell is damp and hard. All choice has been removed. I am a prisoner of the state and a prisoner of myself.
All choice removed except one -
Spaghetti and juice. That was my choice. My mother threw a surprise spaghetti and juice party for me on my fifth birthday. I couldn't think of anything I wanted more for my last meal. I dreamed of being innocent again. Maybe I was never innocent. I haven't a clue…the only truth I know is the meal sitting in front of me, and the thoughts swimming through my head. I could see my friends. Spaghetti covered faces, juicy fingers. And me.
Smiling. Laughing. Happy.
I see us now. The lawyers, the checkout workers, the dole bludgers, and me.
Intolerant. Stressed. Ignorant.
Growing up is harsh. It should be banned.