Time Slips By…
Time runs fast…. But you dont care….
It seems like it was only yesterday that I was just fucking around and had nothing much to worry about. I remember that I would always think “Man I wish I was older”, “I wish I was out of home” and all that crap. And now that Ive done it, it doesnt feel that fun.
When I was younger I could go out and get hammered on a Friday night and come home, wake up and go out again with no worries. Now I cant do that because I have to wake up and clean, do the dishes, shop or some shit.
If I went out on the weekend I could blow a hundred bucks easy. Slab of grog, bottle of whisky and a couple of grams of weed. And if I ran out money I didnt really worry. I could just go back home and get more if I really needed it. If my olds wouldnt give it to me, I could still hang out and bum drinks. Now I cant spend that much because its bills money, or its food money or its travel money or some shit like that. And if I run out I wouldnt be able to pay the rent or something.
A lot of the time I spend at home because I dont have the money to go out.
