The Tic-Tacs

I bought some tic tacs at the local gas station
Crazy-J offered me .35cents for each 'Pill'.
I sold them to him.
He took them home.
I took my 10 dollars and bought food for myself.
not much.
Just a bottle of pop, some chips and a chicken strip dinner.
I didn't think about the oncoming doom.
J would find out that they were fake pills.
I couldn't help it. Mom took on 2 jobs to pay the bills
Dad got laid off from the College he taught at.
They didn't have money to give me like they did.
I couldn't eat out everyday after school like my friends did.
Crazy-J was just a 12 year old like the rest of us.
yet, he sells 'drugs' for money for his whole family.
I pretended to sell drugs for money so I could be 'cool'
Crazy-J didn't beat me up for what I've done.
He just told me, My time was coming.
I believe him.
I certainly believe him.


*This poem was inspired by the idea that kids these days feel like they need to resort to anything to be 'cool'.