The Tragic Life And Death Of A Purple Balloon

October 17, 2010 at 11:40 pm (nothing's wrong)

It all started when his older brother popped out of nowhere, so he quickly became the center of attention. Not reallly loving the situation, but it was a minor thrill at the beggining, as this sltuation brought something new to his life.
Though it wasn’t really what he was after, as he observed some major issues in this way of existense. I mean, come on, all his family was talking in a high pitch voice that was driving him crazy. So one day when he said to his self “This is it, i’m outta here” and leaving with no looking back gave him so much andrenaline and hope that he became very light headed, or perhaps there was too much helium involved.
A new adventure was preparing for him, new friends, new places. It’s just that sometimes the winds have a mind of their own and take you places where you wouldn’t expect to go and little did he knew, but not even 24 hours later he was heading all the way back home, where life was ugly and restless.
One night he found something new, wrapped in a well placed plastic bag, just above a restroom stall.
White powder gave him hope and happiness, only to leave him falling to pieces when the needle took control of this new thrill.
“That was it!”

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