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As I return to the tiny room

in which clouded memories are made

i am greeted with the pungent aroma

of good weed and bad choices.

I know I've made plenty in my time

but now is a perfect chance for letting loose

and forgetting that tomorrow exists.

So I sit and light up another

fat pack of forgetfulness

and unwind after a long day of

preparing for what is supposedly

my future.

The exciting sounds of Deep Purple

pervades the air with its nostalgic frenze

of what will become a massive movement

in the annals of musical history.

I'm staring at a screen again

but this time its vibrant colors

and erratic movement that

graces my retinas instead of

lines upon lines of foreign language.

my body aches from the onslaught of

competition on the basketball court.

I've never felt better, never been more alive.

Today is gone and tomorrow will never be

so only the current second matters.

I am a free man, living the American Dream.

At least until I lose my mind

and destroy all I've worked for

as I did in lives past.

Oh well.