So here is where my journal started. My very first entry is about a day in the life. I almost missed the bus for school. This is not surprising at all because I would stay up until two in the morning every night and I would a lot of times go to sleep in my clothing so that I wouldn’t need to get dressed in the morning. This day two of my friends, leby and ari, got busted by the roshyesheva for smoking cigarettes. I smoked my first cigarette since I was in Brooklyn, which I have no note of when that was. But I do have that I smoked this cigarette by stoge rock. That night I spoke to toby on the phone for the first time in about two months and then I spoke to josh about ending it with this girl.
Now there is a lot of explaining and background to go through for anyone to understand what was actually going on here. For example what the hell is stoge rock? Who are these people? Where is this taking place?
Well the backdrop for this story is Monsey NY. We were all just a bunch of Jewish teenagers growing up in an ultraorthodox community that put on us way to many rules. They say that rules are made to be broken but the problem with that is that once you start breaking the rules, you break them one after another. Trampling each one underfoot you run ahead smashing through restriction. Severing all the chains that bound you. Racing into the horizon, to freedom. The problem is that for some of us freedom was a freefall and we didn’t stop until we hit the bottom. We learnt too late that the last cords we cut were our safety line.
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