Adam Fieled (Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania): Something Solid: The Nineties: "New Year's Eve"
Youth’s privilege is to be in love with life.
I was in love with life that night, too— the crush
of strange kids in a white-painted, unfurnished Abington
bungalow, movements made by us towards more weed.
We sat on a curb outside in the frost, planned more
mischief. Then, someone else’s wood-paneled porch,
weed introduced, clearly laced with Benzedrine, to move
us up a few more notches. The whirligig around Chris
and his Abington crew never faltered, on the road to
that systematic derangement of the senses I told Chris
so much about. The night’s volta was just me back in
the family kitchen again at five a.m., ploughing through
several bowls of breakfast cereal. I then slept for three
days, not yet wise-ass enough to know what I’d celebrated.
© Adam Fieled 2011-2026
I was in love with life that night, too— the crush
of strange kids in a white-painted, unfurnished Abington
bungalow, movements made by us towards more weed.
We sat on a curb outside in the frost, planned more
mischief. Then, someone else’s wood-paneled porch,
weed introduced, clearly laced with Benzedrine, to move
us up a few more notches. The whirligig around Chris
and his Abington crew never faltered, on the road to
that systematic derangement of the senses I told Chris
so much about. The night’s volta was just me back in
the family kitchen again at five a.m., ploughing through
several bowls of breakfast cereal. I then slept for three
days, not yet wise-ass enough to know what I’d celebrated.
© Adam Fieled 2011-2026
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