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If you havn't noticed by now, this is a column about how I see things.Kind of like, the low down on what I think during the mundayne waking hours of my life. I don't really talk about anything more than that. I leave that up to my BLT issue's. I just wanted to clarify.

I usually post something everyday, however, the weekends are a time when I most likely wont post. I go do my social thing in a different town fri-sun.

Through out these last few days before school, I got my hands on a "Mind Altering Substance" Nothing more than Wacky Tabacky. Well, for those of you who have not had the experience of smoking the stuff I'll just say....It opens your mind to the little things. Most often, making them completely blown out of praportion. I get good idea's for stories when I'm mega fried. Seemingly enough, I always lose them.

Once again the late night called to me, a little less overwhelmingly. I had gone to a friends only to find him sleeping... I headed back to a place I new I was welcome to stay the night and the door's and window's were locked.I could have slept on my friends couch but he was sleeping and I thought it rude of me to just sleep there, even though he couldn't of cared less. Thinking to myself "Oh Fuck" I decided I would wait until 5 a.m. or so when she get's up to open the window's for air. Sitting on the steps, arms in my shirt to remain warm, I thought about the dumbest things. "Wow a tree would look good there",and such. One thought struck me as "Ponder Material" The street's were utterly empty, and my breathing was the only sound I heard, with the exception of an occasional siren (it was saturday night in a town known for stupid shit like drinking and driving). I thought " What would I do if I was the only human left?" I am sure everyone has thought about this at one point. Two people would not work....maybe if they were of the same sex. In order to keep such a world, there could be no more people. more people equals eventual "I want to control" syndrome. So I sat there, freezing,and tired and thought about what I would do. All I could really think to do would be to sit on the tallest building and look at the world. That's just me.

I eventually slept at my sister's house after knocking for about 20 minutes. I didn't want to wake her children so I kept it quiet, that is, until I alsmot feel asleep in the hall way. There is something about falling asleep in a the ghetto part of a town. I got in a froze my ass off trying to sleep with no blanket. Belive it or not, that was one of my better weekends. I'd rather be slightly bored than deal with the constant bitching of the poor and morally screwed up. Sadly, I got to this place for excitement. My home town is pretty small and pretty lifeless, at least with my connections here. I am now home...Posting again. Though, I feel I'm losing my edge. It happends from time to time. I pray it doesn't happen soon.


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