Fun

Cans and bottles cover the lawn. Clouds of smoke create a layer of smog blocking out all fresh air from being let into the house. Everybody smells, nobody notices. You go with a bunch of people, you meet a bunch more, but you come out of it knowing no one. Sirens go off in the distance, an ambulance streaks by. Another one down. Respect goes out the window along with the empties. Fake relationships abound. You may be broke but this is worth spending money on. You may be failing but this takes priority. You may be depressed and think this is the solution. You may be lonely and have found this will effectively fill the void. You are lost and this looks like a promising direction to take. This is more important than school, having a good reputation, or keeping a job. You have found no better way to cope with life. This is where all your problems stem from and where all your problems have led you back to. As early morning approaches people leave in pairs. What a romantic first time. The washrooms look and smell like a warzone. There is an almost constant flash of red and blue lights, and the blare of a siren. Eyes are glazing over, Inhibitions are giving way. Footsteps are becoming unsteady. Lungs are filling with smoke. Tires screech. Something slips into a glass of what was just water. Someone is handcuffed, someone else on a stretcher. And all of this somehow seems so funny to you. Fun enough to do every night. Fun enough to plan your life around. Fun enough to surrender control of your life. So much fun you don''t even know what's happening. And as I walk away down the sidewalk, the loud bass still rumbling a block over, I pity those who have nothing else to live for tonight.