last night i went to a dubstep concert in north hampton. as a tremendous surprise, i bumped into an old friend whom i played varsity hockey with my sophomore year. his name will go unmentioned but he was a very outgoing kid, who loved to write. he wrote countless amazing articles for the school newspaper that could grap anyone’s attention. i’ve always imagined him to go on to become a great writer of many books and articles. it seems he has picked a darker path of life to go down. he went from being a clean kid to smoking cigarettes and doing hardcore drugs. when i saw him he looked high on life. who knows what he has been taking. he has no home. he is twenty. he crashes where ever he can. he was the dj for the party i went to and djs for a living. he has sacrificed his college education for this so called easier life. it was good to see him but at the same time it was very depressing. the night overall was terrible.
hello! i'm a strange kid. my name is allen. i am nineteen years old. i exist (hopefully) somewhere near boston. i live for music and those spontaneous moments that leave smiles and memories.
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