Ode to my Vices

I have many vices: cigarettes, drinking, smoking weed, listening to loud music, drinking wine before 7 am, biting my nails, spending money and not saving…

 Youth is wasted on the young. George Bernard Shaw.

 I would like to make a commentary on the above statement. Youth is indispensable yet it is also a vice. A bad habit one cannot shake off. Why is it a vice? Because it is the right tool to do incorrect things.

 I am prepared to do incorrect things. Actually I’ve been waiting a long time (note: I am no longer a young thing), the right time, to utilize my youth.

 I was shown the ropes. This year was all about the parties, socializing, long nights, working the scene. Daft punk was playing in my house.

Went to a club with the intention to dance. I danced with a group of people, some of whom I met along the way. Everyone is lined up around me and seem trustworthy, your best friend for the night. Passing a joint around while bouncing and dancing and getting stoned. There is an endless supply with tonight’s high demand. Sharing a 40 and hydrating the body while linking eyes with other thirsty people eyeing what is now a warm beer. Smooching with an unknown in a dark corner and feeling alright. You are the center of attention. There is a feeling of invisibility and you cannot be knocked down.

This is youth (in one form) and it is not waste I never want to let go.