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Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Summery: A rough copy of an essay I didn't use, changed my mind on the subject before it came time to present. It's about one of the things, or people in this case, that make me happy.
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Def Leppard once said: "Heaven is a girl I know so well/ She makes be feel real good when I feel like hell..." To me my safe haven, if you will, is heaven. One way I escape is by talking to someone, not just anyone either. This guy is my bestfriend, his name: Mitch McEntire.
MITCH MCENTIRE
He is 5' 10" with his shoes on. He has blue eyes and black hair. He's always been there for me when I needed him most. He's the one who kept me from freaking out when the accident happened with Travis Myers . When we're at the various camping/mudding events that Show-Me MO Off-road Club goes to, he keeps me safe from the shady characters of the place. Kinda like my guardian angel.
We have a lot in common. We like a lot of the same music, sports, foods, and even drinks. One of our favorite bands, that he got me addicted to, is KISS. We both like to play around in the off-road section. He never leaves me left out at a party. We both love cars, or trucks, that are fast and loud. The more destruction the better. Sometimes it feels like he knows me inside out. We're really close, I don't know how you'd explain it. He's, in a way, my emotional stability. I can be myself with him. He's a person you can go up to and just spill your guts. I feel like I can tell him anything. He's someone that's hard to hate and hard to explain. He's 31 years old, and it's almost like he's my age. That might have something to do with the fact that I love 80's rock n roll. He can always make me laugh or smile in a way no one else can. He keeps me happy. Emotionally and mentally, and he keeps me safe whenever he can.
CONCLUSION
If I couldn't talk to him for a long period of time I'd probably manic depressed. I already know for a fact that if I donąt get to talk to Mitch at least once every four days, I get crabby. Dunno why, I just do. One person can't do very much, but he's all I need to keep me happy. For most people there's more than one thing that can make the sky blue, or the grass a brighter green, for me, it's people who make me laugh. He is a major part of what keeps me laughing & inspires me to be a more content, bubblier, happier me.
The End
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Chell
Gimme something to believe in... yea yea
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