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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Remaining
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I was born and pretty much raised in Aurora. It's the armpit part of the
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suburbs, but kids don't usually notice that kind of thing when it's all
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they know. I used to play under the bridges supporting I-25 and chase the
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pigeons out of their nests. I used to walk or ride my bike up to the Aurora
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Mall, which quickly became an unsafe place to be. I used to pretend that
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the vegetated areas around the heavily polluted Highline Canal were
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somewhere unreachable by the rest of the world. We knew all of our
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neighbors for 3 blocks in each direction and they all said hello to me
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when I rode by on my dirt bike. I always imagined that it would be pretty
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bitchin' to live somewhere else, to be somewhere I had never been, but I
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really was pretty content with where I was. Wanting to be gone was enough.
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Just days after my twelfth birthday, my family moved to a rural town about
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30 miles away from Aurora. It was an eternity away from what I knew as my
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life. Conveniently, this was at the tail end of my childhood memories. A
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rather clean break from the first part of my life and I hated it. I had
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no friends at all for the first two years after we moved because I had
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suddenly become "weird." I failed a class for the first time in my life.
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Our nearest neighbors were not visible from the house and we lived 3 miles
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away from town (needless to say, entirely too far to just walk to).
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Eventually things got better and I made it out of my rut - as most mildly
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well-adjusted people eventually do - and everything around me became my
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life again. I found the other freaks and made some of the best friends I
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will ever have. I got into and out of drugs, got a license and a car and
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a grudge against the world. Every once in a while I would go back to Aurora
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and see all the places that I used to know so well and I would get these
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amazing bouts of nostalgia. I would go out of my way to drive through my
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old neighborhood and see my former house. But I still saw everything
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through my childhood's eyes. I never saw the street corner; I saw the
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corner we used to skate on. I couldn't see the pedestrian overpass; I
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saw the big ugly green bridge we used to avoid having to walk over. I
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had a perfectly preserved vacuum of everything the way it used to be,
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and I saw it all so infrequently that it could remain preserved.
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After high school I made my way to the University life that was on the
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other side of the state. Another clean break. But this was much easier
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and better. I was go glad to be out of my parents' house, get away from
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everything that had gotten stale and recreate myself to a whole new
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group of strangers. Strangely, I was in Aurora more during my first
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three years of College than my whole Jr. high and High School career. I
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met new people who lived in and near my old neighborhood, so I got to see
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that area more frequently. I was suddenly driving down streets I only
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remembered walking down before. Every time I drove down them they became
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a little more common to me again.
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At the end of my junior year at the university, I left the college and
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moved back to Aurora. Now I do errands in the mini malls I used to hang
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out at and I can't see my friends sitting on the curb anymore. Even in
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the summer, everything seems slightly dimmer than it used to be and it's
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getting harder to remember what it used to be like at all. When I was a
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kid, I was able to turn anything I saw into anything I wanted it to be
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in my head. Now I analyze everything until I am at the very core of what
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they are. It's kind of depressing that I have essentially killed off the
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aura of my childhood and reduced to a vapid lump of events. I suppose that
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is to be expected when you remain in the city you grew up in. Of course,
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I still love it here or I would have moved by now but I miss having what
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I used to remember. You always lose something.
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-Wednesday
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