iXHS

Issue 21
About Maturity
By Shot Gun


        As I sit down in my room, smoking up the 2g of MJ I just bought
from some local dealer. How could I resist. He said it was good shit.
Good shit it was. Thoroughbred shit. Get it? No. I didn't think so. As
my Green Day tape ends, I'm in my world now. I'm cool, 'cause I'm high.
I'm cool 'cause I have a tape of Green Day and a skateboard. I'm cool
'cause all of this makes me mature.

        I like to throw crab apples at my friends, and I love to boast
about how big my dick is. That's me and my friends. Only a mature group
of people would dare boast about our tools of power. We like to set fire
to peices of paper, and like to tell stories about how the Pigs raid us
at our raves. Of course, none of this is true. We're too cool to tell
the truth. This is what maturity is all about.

        We like to call each other fags, because we have nothing else to
do. We like to dress up in the latest Club Monaco fashions and where
those cool Gasoline Jeans. We're too mature to dye our hair with real
dye, so we use bingo markers. Everything else is immature to us, because
we're cool. We like to make fun of you, and you, and you. We don't care
who you are. We're too cool for that. Don't you realize that?

        Oh no... the shit is wearing off.. What's this? I spent my life
savings on this? It only lasted 20 fucking minutes. Damn, I was ripped
off. Oh well, I'm going to go slash some tires now... seeing how that is
the mature thing to do...

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