Friday, April 6, 2012

Peer Pressure

“Life’s a bitch,” he told me as he lit up, “then you die.” He took a drag and I looked at him through the smoke. He was my hero: older, cooler, confident. He offered me the cigarette. “You try.”

I inhaled and almost lost my lunch. He laughed. “You’re thirteen now,” he said, “man up.”
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FFF-55 Vol. XXXIII. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.
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5 comments:

  1. Brian MillerApril 6, 2012 at 9:24:00 AM EDT

    and that is how it starts...ha...how cool when breathing through a tube later...

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  2. G-ManApril 6, 2012 at 9:52:00 AM EDT

    Nowadays that means saving up a lot of allowances!
    Or stealing them from an Uncle like I did!
    Excellent 55 Linc
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  3. PattiKenApril 6, 2012 at 10:37:00 AM EDT

    Oh,no. Thirteen and banging in the first coffin nail. Sad.

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  4. Yvonne OsborneApril 6, 2012 at 1:18:00 PM EDT

    Oh this is good. Thirteen. I remember it well.

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  5. Nara MaloneApril 6, 2012 at 2:18:00 PM EDT

    Amazing how impressive that all seemed at 13.

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