"How does turning 17 feel ?"
As I type this , wrinkles emerge from my skin,my hands shake and struggle to write this message, I can barley see the keyboard. Suddenly itβs become harder to breath. I turn and look at the viagra box next to me. I forgot that Phil was coming over for some fun. I go spray myself with mothball Perfume and stuff Caramel candies into my pockets and wait. Wait , I am always waiting, I wonder why I wait for something that will last 2.5 second, yet here I am. As I wait I look into the mirror, I chuckle to myself as I stroke my chin. "Black does crack " I say to myself. " black does crack" I repeat as a tear makes itself down my face, struggling to get past all my wrinkles.










