t on a lim With 5 thousand dollars. They ate on a card board box for months and now Susan is a court writer and rich is a writtee like my self

g they could fit into the car decide to get away from faimly in order to start a new life in ocean beach. To get away from dieing new jersey they move ou

Susie and rich 6 weeks after meeting decide to get married. Susie and cock tail waitress and rich a bartender. 2 dogs 2 beat down old cars. And everythin

The beach with one hell of an awfull tan line.

cfic . That is if you make it there through all the bars and liquor stores. If you stoped at all of them along the way. You would be flat out waylaid on

use for a long period of time. It was more or less a sanciuary for outsiders such as us, and if you ask me , it did its job. Walking distance from the pa

mixure of the paint in the living room wall the red and the yellow adjecent wall all thrown into the bathroom.. This shack wasn't ment to be anyones ho

h. Each of our walls a different color. The kitchen green and red with one green cubbored. Artistically missplaced. Then our bath room what looks like a

far and lay on the love seat admirreing. Our studio shack in the back of some cottage house on seaside street in the pleseant neighborhood of ocean beac

Looking for places to eat on this night of celebration, we are not broke any more. She asks mmm what about ethiepoia. I sarcastic responce : its a little

.. Amazingly he went silent

white older man.. Hey don't be thearting people .. You better stop it.. Bus got silent we all didn't know what this man out of his mind would do next. .

efore he goes into a violent frenzy or before some one breaks.. Haseling a Mexican . My beat he will be the first to break.. My beat I lost .. It was the

Sweating prefusly making every one uneasy with this man on the bus many people wanting to throw him out the window of route 8 going towards ocean beach b

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ck in traffic I can only imagen what the hell he is seeing.. He then says would you rather blow your mind or blow your soul this man obviously has neathe

ry guns they carry shockers.. They fucking suck .. Bleeding from his hand he babbles incoheriently for awhile about guns knifes and strangly a bottle stu

years .. I don't wanna kill any one with a gun I almost killed 4 people in 6 duis ... I don't need a gun.. The police are friendly .. The cops don't car

quickly changing focus to the bigger man saying cornal bakerd of the united states air force don't mess wit. Me I don't want to go to jail for 6 7 10 100

A crazed man on the bus obviously a drugged up drunkard shouting obviously every where. Screaming at a samoan ,'do you know what half a dollar is?" then

happened with minorities. Not based on geographical spectrims

xpections from any one. I'm looking for the greener side of things. They say the grass isn't always greener on the other side. But if its not greener tha

n the grass here in Ohio . I will loose all hope for humanity and the world. I might just end my life to see what's on the other side. Because Dayton. Is

filled with hopeless scum of the earth. Iv even been categorized to a "you people" by a cop just for living in dayton. I thought that kind of talk only

7 days before I leave on a the most random trip in my life. San Diego is the destinaion and the goal.... Survival. With only one bag of cloths and a no e

The Intro

I got a call from a friend that I had not seen in a long time. She recently got back from Egypt after being abroad for a year. She was now in Washington D.C for school. Attempting to change the world, much like myself. She had a stronger hold on how to do so how ever. She was studying international relations and political science at Georgetown UNIVERISITY. It is a breeding ground of richy riches and the common politician swine and soulless retches. She knew the right time to call me also. I needed a quick reminder of my old mind frame of happiness. She had always been the girl I would hang out when I would feel like being carefree. Daily you could catch us lying in the fields of a peace village of yellow springs, walking through the woods and free roaming the local streets. She was always the artsy chick in high school. Back when nothing mattered but what I was doing after school and on the weekends. Driving aimlessly till the sun peaked up over the horizon. That was a sign to start heading back home before mom started worrying where I was at. Sometimes just for a new place to wake up in the morning we would sleep in a random field or woods, just because we could. Life was good back then. No worries, no responsibility, and life was free.

The End

I had turned into a drunken, stoned, depressed and lonely man. Everything that I hated in a person. I had been unnaturally happy for far too long and it looks as if karma had seen it go on for far too long. I had been at the top of my game vainly calling myself a scholar. Now it seems that the world in its harsh times is out for vengeance and wanting to plunge its sharp knife of sorrow right into my back and twist with a sick cry of reality.
I woke up, after living behind the black curtain of alcohol. Hops seemed to grow through my pours and a glimpse of what really happened last night struck harder than my head ache. Ticket papers with all sorts of numbers. Nothing but officer rambles to me. Till I saw the familiar numbers of .165 and a court date. How could this be, I thought it was a dream. As i begin to collect my self. I come to realize that I had slept with all of my cloths on. My face felt like the grill at Waffle house at 3 in the morning and my pants were wet. Thinking that I had pissed my self I nervously reach down to check to make sure I didn't urinate myself. Discovering that it was merely sweat I find some sense of relief. Just Then Life Kicked in. I just fell 4 stories head first and the gravel tasted all so bitter.
I had recently lost 2 friends to the party scene. It consumed them like prey. Its a funny thing that people still have realized when it says Do Not consume alcohol on the label they still don't understand. Then mix a little Cocaine and well your fucked. I think that should also be put on those "Do not Do" labels. I lost my job. Something about being to comfortable with costumers has people all bent out of shape. Also, I'm living with a swine of a roommate. Who some how thinks it is completely reasonable to date My ex girlfriend. Who I had been dating for a year and was only separated for 3 weeks. I'm Trying to get rid of the bitch. But yet she manages to bring her self in it through a medium. So lets sum things up.
2 dead friends, one ex-whore of a girlfriend, potentially $1500 pissed towards the men who "Protect and Serve", Teetering the line of alcoholism, and facing living with my mother again in a cave of a basement. I'm in a shallow valley and the mountain looks too high to climb.