He takes a sip of beer and is convinced he's a alcoholic. I drink the passed two hours away with six and a half glasses of Merlot and still claim to be normal. It's things like this that make you wonder if anything's worth debating over. We sit in hell for seven hours, five days out of the week, to better our future, when reality is, we're not bettering our future at all. Chances are, the majority of us adolescents, are wondering about the opposite sex, knowing you could risk eighteen years of your life for an hour or more of pleasure. Thinking we could get by, doing anything half-ass, as long as it's believable. The embryo becomes the fetus, the fetus becomes the child who takes over your life. Which brings you back to that day in school, when you should have been paying attention, instead of staring into the eyes of the boy who was starng at your breasts, thinking of what will become of you.
