all the times i walked across thornden park at home late late late at night to get from my old house on westcott street to zopie's or to campus quicker...all the times huge groups of us played hide and go seek in oakwood cemetary...
all the times that cars full of us would go to playgrounds in jamesville or dewitt or north syracuse in the wee hours of the morning cause we didn't drink and there's not a hell of a lot to do in syracuse, ny...
all the times we scaled rooftops of buildings in downtown syracuse for fun...
all the times i hung out at the skate spots with my friends who were drinking 40s and carrying weapons...
all the times i accompanied hooligan friends with questionable police records to do graffiti...
all the times i was with my idiot friends while they shoplifted and i was a goody two shoes who wouldn't...
all this in my past and it's a 9 pm in my own neighborhood when i'm 30 years old and sober and not doing anything remotely horrible except cutting through a park that i get stopped by police and get an appearance ticket!
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irony?
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