Some old writing some of it is dark almost all of it is weird

Stoned Norman Rockwells episode 1, "Wonder Years" Surrounded by darkness a group of miscreants huddles around a wooden picnic table. Sporadic flickers of light disrupt the still black night, Laughing and coughing ring through the cool breeze, Under thick plumage, they enjoy the night for all that it is worth, a time of friendship memories and youth. A narrator’s voice echoes with the loss of innocence and life, "It was never like that again" fade slowly to the stars shining above while Ben E. King plays stand by me. with the impending mediocrity and monotony of the years to come. The smoke swirls in dizzying dances of discovery and release. twisting and turning flowing endlessly into the twilight carrying on to uncharted destinations and above the cubicles and minivans. perfect lawns and alcoholism creep nearer Model Citizen Realization of feelings too late, a twisted game of push and pull, commitment and freedom, like a chain restricting and confining, wings clipped in the whirlwind of experiences, restrained watching the chances whisk by, stolen kisses and nervous holding, always on the lookout, shifty and unrelaxed hiding from girls, false acquaintances and authority, catapulted into normality by the presence of the adult world, frightened anxiety stumbling and blind, reacting without thought preserving a model citizen appearance, escaping arrest once again, a checkered past haunting and gaining speed, evil traits entomb and shape my personality dark and disturbing, reckless and rebellious late into the night, drugs, sex and random acts of vandalism, liberated and unabashed youth in its prime defiant and exposed, vulnerable and filled with fear and uncertainty Dazed and Confused Loss of control and racing hearts. spiraling into perpetual insanity. As I wander through an empty house blood covered floors and trash covered tables. like a ghost wandering through the scene of my death. life fleeting and lost how did I die? what happened? my whole life ended in one night, it all built up to this night, drug induced hallucinations and fear grip my faltering mind, lost and dazed, reality blurring into fantasy, the walls dance and the carpet slithers in front of me, flashing lights and adults, are they real? I try and escape sleep will restore order to my shattered existence, these are the drugs, people are not really bleeding, cops examine me, is he real? no part of my mind, none of this is happening, good vibes is all I can think, sleep will save us, frantic scurrying and voices cloud my mind, sleep never comes Life Fading Makes Living More Vibrant An epiphany brought on by chaos one night changing lives forever, fear and uncertainty, emerging from darkness and facing the world sober. The world canvassed in a dark sheet of night is beautiful to new eyes. Stepping forward towards the unknown together we heal. Alive and young we are not invincible, desensitized and jaded reality is faltering, a generation with little inhibitions and fleeting morals, unabashed youth fragile and weak, halting evil ways and forging a new path to redemption, old habits lost and new lives begin, changing and restructuring, picking up pieces of a shattered existence, drugs and rebellion halting for the sake of sanity, too long have I traveled down the road to destruction. A page of life has turned and the blankness of the next page frightens me. Life fading makes living more vibrant, I face the next day with hope…