We stole schnapps and got drunk out in the forest for the first times in our lives, high because of gasoline vapors and ethanol we walked around by unsteady feet with unsteady steps. In the wrong direction and to the wrong side, it feels like then it was already predicted that I would dance through the life to the tones of minor. It was the beginning of my descending spiral. Had no idea that I inherited old man’s alcohol heredity and that I would later become approximately the same, do similar choice. Drink beer and wine and behave myself like a fucking pig, with a feigned prosperity outside and filled with hate and chemicals inside.
Remembering warm days when we drifted around without a plan. Time was still. We smoked weed and felt fine. Wandered around and kept en eye on drugs scout. I remember evenings at Bjurhovda, all drugs we took and all that happiness I once felt. Addicts’ quarters where it was always youth community and idiots constantly ran.
Getting stoned both days and nights with benzodiazepines and amphetamine, being high all day long and almost never sober. Many of my old friends died long time ago, some of them weren’t so old and didn’t have enough time to have much fun.
Self-contempt and self-destruction. I will never be young again and I feel myself quite sad, depressed and empty. But I still can feel those cool sleepless summer nights, still feel the smell of asphalt and can still hear rain tapping on the terrace roof. I’m nostalgic and I remember everything so well, as pure as the cleanest water. I still can inhale that summer night...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
