Volume 31
July 27th, 2005 by Jarodya party to young to cosume and rot my breath, like all mothers friends
some of the most fun i had were nights full of drunk adults, high on life and everything else
hide and go seek till it was too dark to see
stuck in the top of a pine tree, whos that at the bottom? you go down and check, no you…thank god for mother..it was only a barrel and our eyes tricking us
too young to drink but i didnt care
the night never lasted, the night went so quick
security in numbers
security with friends and family
even though some nights got crazy and shattered glass cut my eyes, even though some nights got rough and blood and tears were the topic, even though some nights got rough
there was nothing like waking, wrapped in a warm blanket, in the front seat of mothers car on our way home…
thank god for mother