miss you

miss my best friends the most. some of them are everywhere in the world, pursuing higher degree of stupidity abroad. my turn will come too soon, pursuing personal head damage. but some of them is back home, i just miss being trapped in the conversation with them, laughed a lot. cursing the world and what life brings even though we’re no longer teenagers. over a glass of coffee and cigarettes. maybe this is why I refuse to surrender to being 30 and over. I just don’t know how to act like an adult. a reasonable well-mannered adult. some other days maybe