We'd steal,
mainly chardonnay
or whatever we could get our
tiny little hands on.
We needed the rush,
the entertainment,
the escape
from our childhood miseries.
We didn't have any
video games.
We didn't read any
textbooks.
We were hoodlums.
We'd carry a duffel bag
around town
and steal alcohol
like other kids
stole candy.
Then, we'd cruise,
mainly to the creek,
or to the park,
or the rec center,
or even
back to school.
We were growing
into the bottle.
"My niece is that age.
It scares me,"
He said.
I didn't reply.
He wouldn't understand.
He still
plays video games.
He's 27. I'm 28.
I'm fully grown
into the bottle.
I guess
some things never change.
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