living past 14 years

I tried to off myself when I was 14. I went to the ward for the first time and dude who was my roomate was a drug dealer from puerto rico or something. I talked to him alot cas neither one of us slept and he told me about all the different places he’d been traveling that didn’t suck and he told me that I should go to panama city and smoke a joint on the beach and watch the sunrise, that that was way more fun than dieing. that inspired me. so when I was 18 I graduated school early and decided to travel the country- just said fuck it all and sold everything I had and went hitchhiking. I met some really cool people and some not so cool people, met my best friend to this day, fell in love, got married, did a bunch of drugs, had the most fun I’d ever had in my life. I remember tripping on acid in the mountains in eureka and looking out the porch of this hotel with this beautiful girl at the crack of dawn after staying up all night, I was real grateful that I lived to experience all that shit that I mused about when I was in highschool. I never made it to panama city; but I had an adventure. it probly isn’t worth living past 14 in the long run.. but I really value my memories of that adventure even though its over.. I feel like I made a small mark on the world, like I have a story to tell, you know? remember to live before you die- that was in this pop song I heard one time.