Wednesday, July 12, 2006

the calm during the storm

Thursday the Thirteenth. Cryptic. Like Tuesday the Tenth. Of course, that never happened, since it was the Eleventh. I remember calling it Eleventeen, and convincing my parents I was a teenager two years ahead. Those were the glory years. None of us cared about popularity, or love. Just getting through school being as obnoxious as possible, and running from cooties, as well as dodging Soccerballs, just to look awesome. Not to mention all the times I got smacked in the head with the ball. Of course, now things change, everyone wants to grow up faster. Slow Down, Sandy Town. It's not over yet. You still have time to grow up. Then comes Armageddon. Hope you're prepared. Angels come in both good and evil. Divided. There are no thirty choices, only two. Who's side are you on?