
The best part comes at the end.
We are being choked and beaten and sexually assaulted, and all the while, my peers dance and snort cheap coke and photograph each other for the hundreth time. I scoff at it all now from atop my high horse, but I was there too, because I am poor and when people want give me money to play my guitar, I can't ever say no.Kids, we are blowing it. Everything they say about us is true.
Yr friend,
Patrick
It's true, you know We're fucking blowing it.
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is it weird when people talk about their friends as peers? "Hey , I'm inviting some peers over , wanna come?"
"not much, just chilling with my peers"
"Hey peers, this is my new girlfriend. Hey girlfriend, meet my peers. This is Bill, he's my BEST PEER"
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