I hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough
They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff
But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess
Makes me smile every single time I hear this song.
I went to an upper middle class high school. Drugs permeated the place. Mostly weed, but everything was accessible from someone-or-other. Usually it was kids who got things from their siblings in college, but there was one guy who everyone talked about in hushed tones.
He "wasn't afraid" to go to the bad side of town and score directly. Which got him better profit margins, and more awed respect than I thought those kids were capable of.
Anyone who tried hard drugs got talked about in similar tones of awed terror and respect, like they'd done something Really Dangerous even if they were careful as mice.
Several years later I lived in rural hell across from a house from which, I found after moving in, you could acquire prettymuch anything you wanted.
One day there were two 17- or 18-year-old kids on the front porch. They nervously fiddled with their backpacks, looked around behind them, waited tapping their feet with vaguely troubled expressions on their faces.
I just smirked. It was so clearly their first rodeo. It's a safe bet that they went home, impressed with their courage and street smarts for having done something that... is just a part of everyday life for anyone who isn't privileged enough to be shielded from it.
I hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess
Makes me smile every single time I hear this song.
I went to an upper middle class high school. Drugs permeated the place. Mostly weed, but everything was accessible from someone-or-other. Usually it was kids who got things from their siblings in college, but there was one guy who everyone talked about in hushed tones.
He "wasn't afraid" to go to the bad side of town and score directly. Which got him better profit margins, and more awed respect than I thought those kids were capable of.
Anyone who tried hard drugs got talked about in similar tones of awed terror and respect, like they'd done something Really Dangerous even if they were careful as mice.
Several years later I lived in rural hell across from a house from which, I found after moving in, you could acquire prettymuch anything you wanted.
One day there were two 17- or 18-year-old kids on the front porch. They nervously fiddled with their backpacks, looked around behind them, waited tapping their feet with vaguely troubled expressions on their faces.
I just smirked. It was so clearly their first rodeo. It's a safe bet that they went home, impressed with their courage and street smarts for having done something that... is just a part of everyday life for anyone who isn't privileged enough to be shielded from it.