A very un patriotic cuatro de julio

As I see and smell the sulfuric fumes flowing into the air; I can’t help but think about my family vacations to Mexico.

I miss being young and and careless getting drunk on warm summer nights. We’d Buy beer underage as we watched the local kids skateboard. Laughter felt warmer and the skies seemed bluer.

I hate that I’m getting older and my responsibilities are growing. I am experiencing everything Ive watched growing up. In a different perspective yeah, but still just as real. I guess as I age the reality of my existence is becoming apparent to me as I age. I don’t know. I want to be happy. I want to feel the joy and recklessness I left as that person who once ago had no worries or care. I hope so. Thanks for reading this and have a great day.