Ante
Testing the limits.
That's the only way to describe it (that time).
Pushing everything to extremes
just to feel like a pulse has meaning.
Getting fucked up at parties
and walking downtown in the middle of the night.
Getting chased by three men in a car
around 2 am
because I wanted to go on a night time stroll.
Climbing the Springfield foothills,
with the only person I felt
was as miserable as I was.
Drinking and smoking anything I got my hands on.
An odd concoction of numbness and peer influence.
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