Remember the good ole’ days? The ones where you lived for today. Your biggest worry was figuring out who was having a party this weekend, and who was going to buy you some alcohol because you were underage! Remember those days?
If you remember those days you probably remember (or maybe you don’t due to your condition) a few nights where you prayed to the Porcelain God. Remember that? Remember putting your face where you usually put your rear end? Remember giving it everything you had, and then some, and asking the Porcelain God to please make it stop and promising yourself that you would never do it again?
Remember how good the cold bathroom floor felt on your face as you lie there with your pants unbuttoned and probably down around you knees dreading you next worship session?
Well, I forgot about those days until I saw this picture that Momma took of Ace. Looks like I was not invited to the party… 😀