Now I know why I'm still basically nineteen, despite being forty-six. I was waiting for my generation. I never took to my generation, nor the following, but I like the zoomers. When I was a freshman in college, I might have moved fifty grand worth of weed in a weekend. And then acid and mushrooms. Not every weekend, mind you, but we moved some dope, I happened to meet people with pretty good connections, fairly consistently from an early age.
For our age, we were just swimming in dope and money, we would go out to dinner sometimes and drop a few hundred dollars or more, at nineteen. Later I lived with the very poor, in group homes, without my own bathroom, for seven years, doing my reading. Yeah, I basically read books living with the very poor for seven years. I've seen the high and low, I've seen heaven and I've seen the Larry Rice homeless shelter in St. Louis. And I'm still nineteen. I knew I couldn't have kids, I was like, man, I have no intention of growing up.
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