"Staged and Unplugged"
More of a throwback photo, actually. This was taken about a year ago, where i met my best friends from high school. You could say it's more like of a reunion to/for me. "Why?" you ask? Ok Ok. Let's pretend you asked. **[JERK]** Back to the story, then. It was more like of a reunion for me cause the last time i saw most of them were (A score divided by the half of a decade. FOUR. yea, i love math. fuck off!) Four years ago - Our Graduation Day. Don't ask why.
It has been fours years, so meeting them again was a bit nauseating for me. I felt weird. I didnt know whether to hug them, kiss 'em on the cheeks, give 'em slight jab on the pecs - or do a handshake. We parted ways as innocent morons and now were meeting again as young adults. wow, would look at that. we are young adults now. Our innocence were absolutely out of the question, so what really was bugging me - was if our immaturity was still there, hiding behind those expensive-looking semi-formal semi-casual clothes, sparkling shimmering golden-laced silver watches, bracelets, necklaces and picture-snapping photo-flashing fortune-costing cameras. I'm sure i still had my immaturity that time and still do 'til now. what i wasnt sure was if they still had theirs.
It was our bunso's birthday party at their cocktail house or something. LOL. she was the youngest in our little posse. so we i met them. my heart kept pounding harder and harder as we approached little by little.
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real tense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now step back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit
You signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man
Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah?
Grab you left (nut), make right one jealous what?
Back to my story, i met them ... they met me ... we met! and nothing really changed! we're still those same lame crazy wild kids back in the day. Teasing each other. Throwing something at each other. From crampled papers to wooden chairs, from pieces of chalks to broken glass bottles, from withered leaves to 100 year old trees. Got that right! and most notably, setting each other on fire. can i get a Hell Yea?!
After that party, a realization struck my intoxicated brain - Even though how long time passes, that childish persona of you will always be there with you. Some things will change and Some thing will not. As we mature, our Frendship mature with us.
Oh yea, that photo was taken at the party. That's Vanessa Scharbach - she hits hard. If I ever get murdered, she should be the #1 person to look for. Love her and that pic tho :)) im too sleepy right, so imma try to make this post a bit more creative next time. ciao!
