But it wasn't really like that. As you got older, you started to realize shit. You started to realize that everyone is not on your side and Nixon lied and what about that war and what if I go? No, it will be over by then, by the time you are old enough. Dad told me that.
But still.
Innocence did not exist and the sooner you realized that, the better off you were.
You got picked on by some old kids and you marked in your head the fuckers who will get an ass whipping when you get big and strong enough to render one.
You handle shit that comes up and you know that kids these days don't have a prayer handling what you had to handle.
Wasn't shit back then. No computers, no cell phones, no internet. Just you. Handling your business day after day. Until you are bigger and stronger and you can do what you always wanted to do. Revenge. Payback. You remember that time? You will real soon.
And the years go by, the years run ragged the thoughts of youth and are replaced by real life. Real life is when you again have a realization: That people are sorta dumb but most of all that they are out for themselves and there are only a few friends that will stick with you through thick and thin.
I reckon everyone had that, but it sure felt unique to me.
