As my friends snuck their way into the bars of brooklyn, I sat in my kitchen painting. The vibration of a text made me jolt, there was never a warning for when it would come. The texts were short, filling me in on their latest achievement, "second bar!" and "free drinks". As i sat at my table painting with my new oils, i surprisingly didn't feel jealous. I was a little embarassed for my friends. Their "accomplishments" were some twenty year old mans wish for easy prey. It was the summer entering junior year, we thought we were old. We thought that we connected with the world in away others could not. We didn't think we were the best or the wise, but we really believed that we knew what we doing. Perhaps i was jealous that i was not drinking with a twenty something year old man.
-> The house was small, it resided along the side of the town belonging to the "river rats." It was wonderfully modest, not beautiful. There was some 60's trailer resuembles to the front of the house. The insides were painted fresh blood red, though they did inspire this feeling. It was more seductive, charming you into the walls. We clusted inside the house, we were not upset at its small side, yet thanking the moment endessly for allowing a gathering past to be born. The town was small, but not modest like the house. it was the surburban appeal with a not so secret artsy side. The dream of adult secretly wanting to explore their inner high school side. The town quickly clustered into groups of parents resembling those of the groups in high school. somtimes these rivalries would be brought up in the children they were racing. The town was too small, and they all knew it. however, everyone refused to leave. it was an anomolous situation.
-> the teens gathered in the modest house. slowly but surely they came in with their clusters. the groups truly represented the different parts of town. paralelling their elders. it was a strange party int he modest house, mos did not care to branch out with their neighbroing civilians. it was an accepted theory tha
-> The house was small, it resided along the side of the town belonging to the "river rats." It was wonderfully modest, not beautiful. There was some 60's trailer resuembles to the front of the house. The insides were painted fresh blood red, though they did inspire this feeling. It was more seductive, charming you into the walls. We clusted inside the house, we were not upset at its small side, yet thanking the moment endessly for allowing a gathering past to be born. The town was small, but not modest like the house. it was the surburban appeal with a not so secret artsy side. The dream of adult secretly wanting to explore their inner high school side. The town quickly clustered into groups of parents resembling those of the groups in high school. somtimes these rivalries would be brought up in the children they were racing. The town was too small, and they all knew it. however, everyone refused to leave. it was an anomolous situation.
-> the teens gathered in the modest house. slowly but surely they came in with their clusters. the groups truly represented the different parts of town. paralelling their elders. it was a strange party int he modest house, mos did not care to branch out with their neighbroing civilians. it was an accepted theory tha
