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If my teenage rebellion had won, I might have joined the carnival. Lived from a Windstar, 1987. hard life, harboring hassles, looking haggard. Drink it all away Drink Mr. Daniels, smoke Dorals. Find new boyfriends, take what I can, give nothing back. Have a pet for companionship, a mad, monstrous monkey maybe. It would smell, just like everything else ‘round here. I would eat food smothered in oil, I would be a greasy person myself. I’m glad, I think, that I don’t stink. I’m glad I didn’t join the carnival. |
Chelsea Armstrong is an Elementary Education major who enjoys writing to put a comic relief on the monotony of life and is waiting for divine inspiration for a novel titled "101 Ways to Kill Aiden".
