A Death For Every Sin -part one-

Most towns the streets are bordered with long blocks of cement, each block is about ten feet long, but in wealth towns the streets are bordered with cobble stone, and no one really know how many little cute blocks it takes to make up ten feet, its different depending on where you measure I guess. People are always saying that kids grow up too quickly now days, and maybe it’s the truth, but I believe that you don’t really grow up until you have to. Now one really grows up until you have that life changing moment, the moment when everything comes clear and you some how miraculously know your meaning in life and you know right from wrong. Everyone has seen it in the movies, usually it’s some sappy passionate kiss or someone coming out and telling you they are deeply and madly in love with you and there not going to take another breath of air until you too admit your untold love and desire for them as well. In case you don’t already know real life is usually not like the movies, and the milestone isn’t always so zealous. At least it wasn’t for me.

I grew up in a pretty rich town in New Jersey, the so called arm pit of America. Not quite the excitement and eventfulness of the City and not the quite monotony of up state. I’m truly a Jersey native too. You should always remember your roots, and what shaped you, and be proud but not boastful about them. I grew up with a garden in my back yard but not enough guts to drink the tap water. Sometimes, when it was hot, or just for laughs friends and I would swim in the Passaic River, and all get some kind of weird red bumpy rash and swear never to do it again, but always would. My favorite restaurant was the diner in town, and I knew Route 22, like the back of my hand by the time I was 10. Being just a short train ride from the City and a short car ride form the beach wasn’t a bad deal either. Everyone says Jersey sucks but they also know it doesn’t.

I still live in the house I was born in. Hopefully I’ll move out someday, get married and do all that stuff your suppose to, but its just so hard for me to imagine my life being any different than how it is now, maybe because I’m still seventeen which means I’m not technically an adult till three more months. It’s scary to think that I am going to be eighteen, not just because I act like I’m twelve but because once your eighteen everything counts and there’s no more laughing it off.

Even though I am a little apprehensive about my eighteenth birthday, and being an adult, in a way I can’t wait for these last three months of this year to be over. It seems like this whole year I’ve been sitting in front of the TV channel surfing, living little bits of each show I come across. It’s been scary at times, and I wish I hadn’t done so many things, and I wish I had looked at what I was watching and what was going on before it was too late. But I didn’t I got sucked into the program and nothing else mattered. Even though had the remote in my hand I couldn’t bring my self to change the channel. Now, that its too late, I guess all that matters is the I learned my lesson and grew up, changed my ways as best I could, I just want to find a nice show and settle down, sit back and watch it. I don’t want any more if this seventeen year old life, and mistakes, I just want to start over.

much more to come, this sounds like nothing now but it will all come together, ill post more if anyone likes it

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