I got 2 new pairs of dickies. One blue and one brown. I haven't worn there sort of pants for likeatleast a year. And it feels good baby!

Song, I haven't finished yet, but I like so far...

subways, We don't have subways, all we have is a metro-light rail.

New york has all the subway trains.

speaking of subways, I put my foot up on a bar, and a cop came and said "you better take it up off of there"

but I didn't and when he came back he said "son, get off the car"


New York and her apple; Me and my foolishness.


I was afraid to love you
most of the day I spent alone.
I didn't want anybody to read me
and figure out I was all on my own.


Remember when we walked back, it was pitch black, and we didn't know the block,

of the church, that we were staying at.

do you remember, how we told all of our friends, we got searched and seizured and put up against the wall,

and I didn't have any I.D. on me, at all.

"American Hurt" An Original Essay by Noah Ortiz

If you look deep enough inside of yourself you don't find a little kid or a panorama of space as it looks like from a third-grader's eyes. You find Hurt. Just deep buried Hurt.

and when you look a little further past that, you find that everything you did from then on was your way of trying to mask it, or push it away, or forget it.




And then one night, you're trying to fall asleep in your bed, and your eyes flick open, and you remember all those things that you tried to keep buried in your memory.


And you're wondering how you ever got along with such wounds pent up underneath your aging frame.

Starting from when you were 8 years old and you didn't have the right Pokemon cards, or you didn't have the right game system. Your parents were too strict, your lawn didn't have a hill in it.

and then when you got to middle school, it wasn't about what you didn't have, it was more about who you were.

Someone said that you were too fat, too skinny, too silly, too dumb. too talkative, too quiet. Too-everything.

and then on in high school, it was a horrible mix of the two. It was that you didn't have a cellphone, that you were a prude, that you smelled, that you didn't have any friends.



Then, in your mind, you're cycling through all of these Hurts




and you find




that it hurts even more now, then it did then.

Because you realize that you've been bullying other kids this whole time.

If i didn't love God and all the things he created on the earth, i would litter alot. It's a rush. It's like a cowards way of rebelling against the world...

I don't have bad feelings toward him now. It's just weird. And i had forgotten about it.

It just makes me wonder. What would make an otherwise good kid do something like that. I told the friend whose party we were at and she was shocked.

I didn't really want to fight either. So i walked away. I saw him again a year or two later at a friends birthday party and we were fine. He's pretty cool.

I can't remember exactly why but they were like super mean and james slapped me in the face. I almost threw a punch but there was a janitor and he said "stop"

In tenth grade i was walking through the halls and i think i had my mohawk at that time, and i was approached by james shecter and some of his friends.

You have to check out this guys website. I stumbled upon it while reading The guts by chuck palhniuk or whatever his name is.

http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/


and then check out the short story that drew me into this guys website.

http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/2007/06/27/nerve-impulse/


great writing. refreshing.



I'm talking to you trevor, and brad.

I really wish that Kurt Cobain would have not killed himself.

I looked at Francis Bean Cobain and she has her dad's eyes.

I mean, It's overwhelming.




It sucks.

The word verifications on comments I leave are getting harder and harder each day.

arphappo

That's what I had to type in when i just commented on trevor's post.

There's like 3 p's in that!

It's confusing man...

I want to give generosity not because... But just because.