I am...

I am a son, the oldest of three, raised here in hell, with no ambitions, just hoping it doesn’t get worse.

           

I am a brother that gets looked up too.

I am a bad role model.

I am a grandson, wishing I had one last of grandma’s sugar cookies, wanting Christmas to go back to how it used to be before, driving past a house that used to be home, remembering the crazy things me and my cousins did, learning to play baseball in the front yard, playing super Nintendo but always losing to Grandma.

I am, a skater that has no fear on four wheels, terrified of the real world on two feet, a friend to Ben and Jacob, a high school student, employed at O`Hana.               

I am, coka cola and fries, donuts and milk, cake and ice cream.

I am, fast cars, dogs, music, video games and records.

I am, warm cloths, cool socks, and Vans.

I am, brown hair and eyes, weird glasses, skinny jeans, camo jackets, 18 and not ready for the world, a new adult, a thinker though you might not guess it.

I am, a broken iPhone, white ps4, an old trumpet in my closet, a white bass guitar,

I am, sleeping in 2^nd block, getting clay everywhere in 1^st block, learning math to batman theme songs 3^rd block, having creative fun in 4^th block.

I am, very late and crazy nights out with friends, going to parties every almost everyday, the smell in my car, accidental burns, not remembering anything, throwing up in the morning, food at 3:00 in the morning because we are still up, hating the blackouts.

I am a loser, a winner, a freak, a kool kid, a nobody, a stoner, a poser.

I do not know what I am...