Back when a stick was more than just something you moved before you mowed the lawn.

Know what i miss? I miss being able to run around my back yard all day long and not get bored. I miss playing pretend. I miss imagining myself as the most elite of super soldiers, running around defending the colony of zornoth 12. I miss being able to see all the same things my friend Zack saw when he looked down the barrel of his .306 hex bore smith and we-, er, stick.

I missed it enough to get up off my ass, walk up the stairs, sit down on the computer, open my blog, and type about it.

If i could pick up one of my replica MP5 SD5 airsoft guns and run around the basement pretending to be the lead member of a russian drug cartel, i fucking would! but i can't.

Why?

Because i'm 19, and it would be completely, absolutely retarded of me to do. Immature.

Damnit, fuck maturity.

I WANT MY IMAGINATION BACK!

Who decided that i couldn't see things that weren't there anymore? And barring all of the people reading this screaming "WHAT ABOUT CHRISTIANS?!" i think whoever decided it wasn't entirely off thier rocker.

I mean, we can't live in a fake world all our lives, can we?

Oh wait, haha, i forgot about the futilistic modern american dreaming that this country is based on. Heh, silly me.

Fuck you, you uptight bastards. I'll never join you... NEVER!

*totes MP5 about*