Photographer

If i was a photographer in that situation i would not have done anything because of the fact that i may not be physically capable of doing such things. sure i would call the police but i wouldn't help i may be regretful but i would not help because if i were to help i would most likely die myself because of the clumsy nature of me. or the non thinking part of me and even though i would love to help i just wouldn't you may call me a jerk but o well that doesn't matter to me because i like my life. and i don't feel like putting that in danger.

Letter to 23 year old me

You there stop being so stupid! you love your mom so don't let some kid tell you that love is not real. sure there maybe different ways of describing love but it all comes out in the same form. do not be that guy that just keeps on doing the same old boring stuff saying he loves girls that happen to me extremely hot. Mothers deserve love but your girlfriend deserves a different type of love something that maybe your mother would not understand because she is a mom and cannot picture you dating someone because you are her pumpkin poo.

Raymond's run

The way the story described Raymond's sister was very well put out. Hazel was her name and well he brother wasn't as normal as she was. He had something called autism. It made things more sensitive in his mind.

Spring break

What I did over spring break was not planned. the first couple of days where just relaxing then i got into a couple soccer games and then hung out with peter and gio and some fun times then I came back here for a bad end to spring break

Will i be remembered?

I hope i wiil be remembered because i dont want my time on the earth to be worth nothing.

Dialog

1. Tanner
2. Cat
1. How was your day
2. ....
1. What is going on?
2. ..
1. Why dont you talk?
2. ....snicker
1. whaat was that?
2. ..mmm
1. seriously what is wrong with you?
2. nothing
1. did you really just talk to me?
2. I just talked didn't i?
1. o.. well that was kind of unexpected
2. Well im going to go back to what i was doing before
1. which was?
2. pooping
1 O
2 yes
1. fine then goodbye
2. ....

stream of conciousness

Cold foggy nothing in site riding on shirley my 3 year old horse shots fired oh no what to do there is nothing to hide behind i hop off my horse and stand there all alone and cold like a homeless person when i look around there is nothing to shoot nothing to kill when i fire a shot i hear nothing not even a bing off of something a red flame i see off in the distance could this be a person or a man that i have shot its getting closer getting progressivly faster within 3 minutes he has reached me there stuck in the middle of 4 union soldiers i have been a confederate soldier for the past year this however is not where i want to be as soon as i believe i will die the soldiers disapear into the fog i walk trying to find my horse i saddle my hourse back up and start heading north as im riding i get closer and closer to the sounds of cannons and flames i can also see the fog has cleared and there before my eyes is the battle now known as the gettysburg battle my horse is stepping on dead bodies there are so many dead people its like they are the new grass actually no it is not grass anymore its not even green it is red into the distance i can see there general as i say that i get hit and my horse also dies within the cannon blast