June 2012
- Me: I'm feeling quite good today
- Body: How? You're fat
- Self harm: How? I'm on yours arm as proof you are not
- Mirror: How? Look at yourself
- Paranoia: How? Your friends hate you
- Mind: How? You're a total failure
- Me: Oh, right, yeah.
“My friends and I are about 15 at this point and smoking pot because we live in the boonies with nothing to do. Turns out the guy in the apartment above us doesn’t care that we’re just kids and calls the cops on us. After we throw the pipe out the windows at the last second and spray the place down, completing the skunk pot smoke febreeze effect, cops come into my friends bedroom. Despite being incredibly stoned at that age I chatted with the cop for ten minutes about my track team events and adventures. Turns out he used to do track as well. So grabbed his partner from whatever he was doing elsewhere in the apartment and left, wishing me good luck at my next meet. Turns out, you can escape the police without running.”
—I Fought The Law: Running for Track does have a Purpose (via collegehumor)
