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i wonder what me as a kid would think of me as a big kid would he think im cool or boring or fun or smart would he think id be one of those cool uncles that everyone wants to take them out for icecream whenever they want or watch movies with past bedtime?
but i know what high-school me would think he would look at what i do and say—you fucking idiot you sold us out. id show him everything else and he would say yeah ok but that doesnt matter man you sold us out you lost it the dream died.
id look at him all angry like and say you punk what the fuck do you know about life responsibilities anything youre just some snot-nosed brat who thought everything would be easy if you stayed true to the dream ill tell you it aint and we had to work for what we have and we didnt really betray ourselves we just adapted and it helped alright thats life you fucking adapt.
he would say bullshit dude thats what every loser says havent you seen them you fucking know them well i bet theyre all around you they all gave up at some point and we promised we fucking promised we wouldnt let go but you did.
—and he would be right i did.
the kid wouldnt say much i could probably win him over buying him icecream he would look up at me and id look down at him and say yeah kid youre alright you know that and he would smile with those two dimples we used to have an age ago and id pat him on the head and think how he was the last of us who kept the dream true.
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