One Man's Fiction...7:26:00 AMConstrux Nunchux
The content herein is completely original. Any similarities to discarded journal entries found on the street in the Strip District Saturday morning are purely unintentional. Seriously, for all you know all the names and places were changed... y'know... and shit...
"...line involving how many black people there were and how passively bored everyone was. A person... walk in with a gun and no-one would glance... Anyway - a hectic week on my nerves and my pocketbook - the first time I payed for a fender bender. I had done two before but left no scratches. Actually, one lady I backed into I may have scratched but she had the pay it forward attitude--which constitutes a moral vs. benefit conversation. When someone hits me, should I let them go or pocket the money. Well... it is no logic that people are used to, morally anyway--realistically, yes--but I would take the money to take care of my negative 650. Of course, I'm putting someone else in the red. Comes all down to the equality principle and that karma idea. Anyway - I'm glad I'm not to worked up over unfortunate happenings and am happy to realize I'm coming to be a truly [bias] person.
Today is Monday. I will leave for college on Thursday morning. I got back from my camping trip with Maritza, David, Crystal and Maritza's mom and brother (Mathew). It was sa good time and I'm coming to realize my relationship with there people: I have become fairly close with Maritza as she just told me her mom got in an accident and got hurt when some drunk teens hit her on her way to pick up Maritza and Polana from my barbeque yesterday. David is an alright friend/acquaintance and he revealed how he has few friends and a crappy life because of his mother. Crystal is cool but too much of a common person. She "went out...for god knows why and took some convinceing to really realize it was over." Yesterday at the barbeque Maya (someone who's company I