Man do I wish I could stay young forever. I would never be able to legally get my booze, but that is just fine with me as long as I never become old. I really get a bang out of old people. They are so wrinkly and fragile it gives me the creeps, especially their legs. Old legs are always so white and hairless like my history teacher at Pencey, Mr. Spencer. I really like the guy and he has always treated me well, but knowing that my legs will eventually be like his, depresses the hell out of me and I hope I don't have to be around for that day. As for right now, my friend Jay-Z gives me hope for the future in his song "Young Forever."
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Chapters 1-3
Man do I wish I could stay young forever. I would never be able to legally get my booze, but that is just fine with me as long as I never become old. I really get a bang out of old people. They are so wrinkly and fragile it gives me the creeps, especially their legs. Old legs are always so white and hairless like my history teacher at Pencey, Mr. Spencer. I really like the guy and he has always treated me well, but knowing that my legs will eventually be like his, depresses the hell out of me and I hope I don't have to be around for that day. As for right now, my friend Jay-Z gives me hope for the future in his song "Young Forever."
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