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Just like little towns all across America. Welcome to Miamisburg, Ohio.
I've been drinking beer all night and a friend called me up who lives down the street. A life long friend. He said he wants to talk and smoke one of my Marlboro Menthol Lights. I said that's cool.
I stood out front slurping a beer and waiting for him. Finally I see him walking up the street. I offer a beer and he declines. I offer a smoke and he accepts. He starts to talk about the glory days. About when we went out and did shit. Now days he's unemployed and I bust my ass working for a trucking company. Our lives seem so dead.
"We used to drink Wild Irish Rose and score chicks," he says. He hasn't had a woman in five years. For me it's been longer, but I won't admit that.
He's standing there and talking about all of the wild shit we used to do. How we were alive and how we used to do anything they would let us get away with. Now days we sit on the front porch and drink and smoke and dream about things that we did when we were young.
I say, "Hey, man, I'm 34 and you're 33. We're still young, we can still get out and do shit."
"Fuck, man, I ain't got no money and you work your ass off and don't have much to show for it. What are we gonna do?"
I say, "We've lived here all of our lives. We know this town and we know the folks who live here. We ought to be able to do something with that knowledge."
Then he talks about all of the money he could make on Ebay if he just had a savings account. He claims he can't get a savings account around here unless he has $200. I know it's a pipe dream. And I know he is lying about the $200.
We talk and smoke and our lives slip away.
God what I wouldn't do for $100,000.
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