Four of us sat in a worn-out car in the back of a McDonald's parking lot.
It sure had plenty of city miles on it. The music was loud, the laughs were endless, and none of us were concerned about anything but these moments in time.
We started using drugs on nights like these, but none of us gave it too much reflection. Deep down inside we all thought the same thing: this is just a phase and someday, soon enough, we would grow out of it.
It's heartbreaking to look back at those moments with the understanding that we were not going to grow out of it - we were growing into it. We were growing into poor grades, lost friends, and abandoned hobbies. We were growing into family fights, restless nights, and an insatiable appetite. We were growing into police cruisers, holding cells, and psych wards.
Some of us were growing into our caskets.
Four of us sat in an old worn-out car in the back of a McDonald's parking lot.
Two of us never made it out...
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