Ah! Those were the days.
Simple and free, with hardly a care. We worked enough to keep the micro-bus running, plus food, drink, and smokes. The days were good, and the nights even better... so long as I don't think too deeply about it.
Eventually, we all joined the system, or at least mostly. We still tried to live the free life and not care too much about it.
As I sit here in my wheelchair, one foot amputated because of diabetes, and trying not to cough up my remaining lung. I do think back. Maybe we should've cared more.
