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First Chapter in my book: "Title Pending"

My cup runneth over..

            The lights are dim the streets desolate.  Practically no one to be seen besides the cars parked.  I close my eyes, scared lost and confused.  I rack my brain for anything at all, but recollect nothing of the past week and sit idle hoping wishing wondering...lost.  I blink.  Nothing.  I keep my eyes open for as long as I can muster.  It hurts.  Everything hurts everywhere hurts.  I close my eyes again.  There is a certain relief in keeping my eyes closed.  What ever is hurting me somehow loosens its grip on my body with my eyes closed and I feel less pain.  Pain is something I have learned to overcome in the past.  But not this time.  I take pills and shoot up heroin usually to feel less pain.  Not this time.  I do not know how I got here, but drugs played a role I am sure.  I open my eyes.  If there is one thing I have learned it is to not fear pain...death...life.  There is blood everywhere on me, my shirt is coated with it and my head feels light and feather-like as I try and stand.  I have been knocked out for God knows how long now and lay idle on the side of the street with cars whipping by.  All I can see are streaks of yellow and blue lights from headlights and can see a blur of red in the distance from a traffic light.  I stumble to my feet.  Fall.  Stumble up again slower this time with more care of myself and hobble over to the sidewalk.  I am on the corner of Fifth and Smith now but remain lost in how I got here.  I try and remember.  Use everything I have got to remember but can't.  I fall again, the blood oozing out of me now faster than ever.  I feel my skull crack as I hit the pavement and I'm out.

So this is a picture I took last summer on a camping trip some guys and I took on Skyline Drive. Peaceful spot.

4/29/09

So today i went to school as usual, but in Sociology went through a lap where Mrs. Wiles gave us impaired glasses and had us do a kids craft with a glove and cotton balls in our ears as a way to teach us pretty much how getting old will suck. We got fed food and had to eat that shit they feed old people that cant chew food and had to drink soy milk and some protien blend that tasted like coco puffs. That was about the only unusual thing that happened at school. After, I went and worked out after (harder than i think i have ever done in a while), and then had to go and get some documents copied and scanned over again at my dad's office to send to zecco.com and get my stock trading account started. I had to forgo running today on the greenway trail since it was (and still is) pretty shitty out...been raining all day. Ive started to try and eat healthier and have been working out with a new routine i started on monday. I have also been running on the greenway since monday. I really want to get in shape and with college coming up, would think getting fit would finally be something i could do. Summers coming up too and i need to look good ya know..

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