shwa6

So I'm looking through an old photo album the other day, and I'm suddenly struck by how many people have "gone away". I'm not an old guy, and I didn't run with the toughest crowd of thugs in the world. My friends and I were no angels; drugs, booze, violence weren't strangers.
Worse than the ones who are dead, are the ones who turned their lives to shit. It's all fun and games 'til someone gets hurt. The cute drunk twenty-something becomes the pathetic boozer. The dark, gloomy, goth ends up in a looney bin for repeated suicide attmpts.....
I don't know what I'm trying to say....No words of wisdom are popping up in my head.
When I look in the mirror, I still see the same guy I was fifteen years ago. I guess we all do.