I just got home from my friend Tiffany’s house.
She wanted to celebrate our coming together since we’ve all left to college.
It was okay.
Thirty pack of Coronas, 6 bottles of Mike’s Hard Limeade, a hookah, cigarettes, and some barbecued meat.
Typical, teenage hangout basically.
I was happy to see my friends that I didn’t even care that I was so cold from the breeze.
But then I realized.
This isn’t for me. What they do. What they talk about. I am not what they are.
I don’t drink. I don’t smoke.
I felt like an outcast.
All though I did have one beer and took a few puffs out of that nasty ass hookah.
no biggie, i wasn't pressured.
But, I still felt distant.
So now I sit here, reeking of cigarettes and hookah wondering about tonight.
I love my friends but damn that just isn't for me.
