Menthol

So I spent some time with two of my closest friends from Southport today...and it never ceases to amaze me that whenever we do see each other, I become nostalgic.
I can't help remembering when I first met them waaaay back at Southport Middle School. We were definitely bad asses.
My hair was always in my eyes, and always dark and tangled from lack of sun and product. And I use to wear these black jeans that were all ripped and torn, with my Black Sabbath t-shirt that had a fiery cross on the back. I wore a Metallic wrist band on my left wrist, and a I <3 Carbs on the other, along with some black jelly bracelets.

I was such a fagot.

But I become much more "me" as I moved and soaked in Perry. I remember I hated Perry my freshman year...I hated the teachers, the people in my classes, the lunch ladies, everyone. It was pretty fucking ridiculous. Obviously, that is, nor will that ever be, the case. I love Perry. Or did...stupid graduation.

I also stopped by my work on the way to the Southport area to get a water. I walked out with a water...and some menthol swishers. Hell. Yus.
You know that weird numb feeling you get in your mouth when you suck on a mint?
It's like smoking a mint. Except you look way cooler. I'm kidding. I look like an idiot.

I'm getting better at this (twss).
I'll be back tomorrow for some SERIOUS rants.
Oh...I'm listening to Elton John right now.
B-b-b-Benny!