sechzehn. sixteen. seize.

in the past 48 hours, ive doted much on my 16th year. a year i've never really thought on much. maybe because it is more recent than those i typically dote on. however, i started to really miss it. i was soo self righteous. i was punk rock "to the max" with out the wearing all the sillyness and being ridiculous. i saw art in everything. i rebeled against everything. i was working my ass off. i wrote more than any other year of my life. and the shit was actually good, considering my lack of training and age. and since then, my "knack" for words has turned quite sour. i miss my room and my house at that age. musically i was exploding. i think i played soccer that year for school. i asked a boy out on a date in my english class and he said yes. haha. but that was it. just that once. i dont know. i was really the notorious "teal george" that year. like the age year of 16. not school year or calendar year. december through december.

hmm.

(photo taken a week after my 16th birthday.)
i was so cool. what the fuck happened?

-tg