Sometimes your only friend is a potato and then you have to eat it.
When I was young, my family was poor. I mean really poor. We lived in a housing project where if you had one of those awesomely tiny swimming pools sitting in your front yard, some little bastard neighbor kid would pee in it as soon as you were not looking.
We didn't really have extra money and what money we did have must have gone to my parents drug addiction. My parents worked hard to not let us kids starve or really feel poor even though we really were.
I remember being a kid and walking around with a giant potato that I would talk to and play with. Then when the time came and my stomach would growl I knew what had to be done, it was time to eat my new friend.
It was something that poor kids new that others didn't, that thing was called versatility. We understood that just because it was a food didn't mean that you couldn't play with it or even love it as much as a rich kid loved their Nintendo. We would be laughing and playing one second and then have black oxidation marks around our hands and mouths the next. We really saw toys and food differently.
There are certain foods that I still cannot eat without feeling poor and sad. Cheeseburger Macaroni hamburger helper is something that I don't think I will ever be able to eat ever again in my life. Too many "fond" memories around the table listening to my father call it "schlog" fondly.
Shaping and molding lives is something that a parent has to do while thinking ahead. Leaving children to fend for themselves is damaging and heartbreaking. I wish that I could scoop up all the poor kids in our country and tell them that it will all get better if they can just keep their chins up. But I know in my heart that not all of us are strong enough to not fall into the temptation of drugs and alcohol because of the release and friendship that is fabricating within their beings.
I see them destroy friendships, love, and lives. Even if the person doesn't think that it is too bad to drink or to occasionally do drugs it still hurts. It not only hurts friends and lovers it also hurts the future, the future for their possible children. Things done today resonate to the past and to the future there is no escaping mistakes. They travel with us forever. Remember that a friend is also a food and you have the choice to relinquish them from the universe.
Sometimes you just have to eat up.
When I was young, my family was poor. I mean really poor. We lived in a housing project where if you had one of those awesomely tiny swimming pools sitting in your front yard, some little bastard neighbor kid would pee in it as soon as you were not looking.
We didn't really have extra money and what money we did have must have gone to my parents drug addiction. My parents worked hard to not let us kids starve or really feel poor even though we really were.
I remember being a kid and walking around with a giant potato that I would talk to and play with. Then when the time came and my stomach would growl I knew what had to be done, it was time to eat my new friend.
It was something that poor kids new that others didn't, that thing was called versatility. We understood that just because it was a food didn't mean that you couldn't play with it or even love it as much as a rich kid loved their Nintendo. We would be laughing and playing one second and then have black oxidation marks around our hands and mouths the next. We really saw toys and food differently.
There are certain foods that I still cannot eat without feeling poor and sad. Cheeseburger Macaroni hamburger helper is something that I don't think I will ever be able to eat ever again in my life. Too many "fond" memories around the table listening to my father call it "schlog" fondly.
Shaping and molding lives is something that a parent has to do while thinking ahead. Leaving children to fend for themselves is damaging and heartbreaking. I wish that I could scoop up all the poor kids in our country and tell them that it will all get better if they can just keep their chins up. But I know in my heart that not all of us are strong enough to not fall into the temptation of drugs and alcohol because of the release and friendship that is fabricating within their beings.
I see them destroy friendships, love, and lives. Even if the person doesn't think that it is too bad to drink or to occasionally do drugs it still hurts. It not only hurts friends and lovers it also hurts the future, the future for their possible children. Things done today resonate to the past and to the future there is no escaping mistakes. They travel with us forever. Remember that a friend is also a food and you have the choice to relinquish them from the universe.
Sometimes you just have to eat up.