I remember

I remember playing in the fire hydrant. And although we new the fire depart will come any minute we new we would probably open it right after they were gone.
I remember playing wresting.
I remember crying because I played wresting.
I remember the nights when everyone sat in-front of there houses cause the heat was unbearable.
I remember thinking nothing will ever be better than hanging out on the block. Boy was I wrong.
I remember my first day of high school. Me, the only Indian kid standing in the corner waiting for the day to come to an end.
I remember taking the train for two hours.
I remember the Dominican kids from the Heights fascinated that I was coming from queens.
I remember drinking at cross bay.
I remember crashing sweet sixteens.
I remember sleepovers, even when I was too big for a sleep over.
I remember smoking.
I remember trying to stop smoking.
I remember going to church.
I remember getting in trouble in church for making jokes or talking.
I remember the Glory Singerz.
I remember being a Glory Singer.
I remember freshmen year of college.
I remember being homesick.
I remember going to the club.
I remember drinking too much at the club and praying to god that I will never drink again if he only get me through the night.