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"Man, I can't drive!" "Don't be a scare-cat man, you have your three buddies here, right Chris?" "Yeah Billy, just get your clutch and gas!" They stare at me awkward. Last time I bumped this stolen car into drunk two buddies on a bike, almost had a bumping fist with them. That's what I hate the most about traffic. No matter how smooth I was like a cat's fur, it would be ended up as it's tongue on some point. Jimmy is our...
It's the right summer to walking on a railroad tracks. I can't afford it to a train station. Hoboing is something I treasured about. Realizing sometimes It's the right path to stay under civilization in a way. People on woodstick castle most likely scared of a myth about the lost kid. Questioning myself about how a unhalf grown kid beating up an adult. I didn't bring my sound tape. Doesn't mean I can't afford it. Sometim...
Douchebag, trashed. That's the whole words mean something about. Worth of lost, masking themselves in a crowd. Moreover, in a class, I sitting on the chair with blank sight. Someone knocking the door. Not mentioned to asking someone's there, but just a pure habit. "Hey Wil, it's you." "Jee great approaching, Jerry." "So you went to junior high?" "No, it sucks." "Why?" "You smart enough." "They won't let me in." "I even a...
In summer of 76, Derf and Jeff just finished their test without seeing it. Threw the paper to the dustbin. They go to the nearest forest near the road. Finding some good spots to shooting rabbit and bird. "Where's the revolver, Jeff?" Jeff showing his knife. "Jeez, Jeff. What's in your shell now, Jeff?" Jeff showing his pocket knives as well, some of them in his palm. "No gun this time. Practicing my eyes." "Who are you ...
In summer night, here comes a boy with his stolen garbage. covering him up. There is one girl besides him, "Jandro, why you look so scared?" Violet whispers with a loud sound. "I don't know." "These times you act weird these times." "It feels hot." "Are you silly? It's clearly night. Let's see, 11:30 pm." "Don't lie to me" "Let's get out to knock sense of yours." They both walking nearly died in the bushes. "So what boo...
Once upon a time in Green Palm Trees, there's a story about a masked man that easiily became a legend since ten years ago. Wearing all dark clothes without spesific color on it. Some of them believe, some of them even make joke about him. Even asked if he's truly human male. In a coffe shop in 1900, two people talking to each other about it. "Nothing could be that true partner. I heard another story about stuff ...
"Sooner we can attack hiim. Sooner we can sleep." Yes, that's what they said when it comes to Jackie the Duck. He often uses the duck mask to make children "happy" till the end of their lives. It's happen in 1524, right after the death of the mentor of brotherhood. See what you can do to him if nothing happe to him. So basically he's climbing the building without a scratch. "He must be runk while climbing." "Hahahaha." "...
In 1914, great palm trees. Easily to describe it as a blank great "beautiful" land with zero people on it. A last blood of wildwest man left with a brown dirtcoat and cowboy hat carrying his horse below his feet. A stoic teen living by himself. It's hard to differentiate between teen or middle aged men those days. Playing a banjo while the horse walk by itself, "I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to...
Jack Marston, a former outlaw, only works one day for killed Edgar Ross to avenged his father, John Marston, on 1914. Later that day, he just living on his own without real purpose, or even to eat mangoes in Tahiti. Armed with bunch of John’s teachings and read bunch of novels that time. Obviously carried money from John, his mother Abigail, and Uncle. Remembers his suffering from Terminal Lumbago, just laughing about it...
Once upon a time,, in a random college, a wooden table with a face on it. He seems sleepy, but it seems worser than that. Sad, lonely, brokenhearted, hopeless, and toxic stoicism. No! It's not that wonderful stoicism by those wise philosopers on Greece, or any influental people in this world. It's kind of nihilism or even maybe extensial nihilism. Wandering on his own mind, try to do something with his life. Broken dream...
In a homeroom, round table with white or grey color stand there without interior design. Just like guard secured them by kicked all that stuff so they all flew over the place. Square place, only like 10- 15 cm, small enough for a little cafe or saloon back in 1820s. This is the regular jail. There's oldest juvie in there, around 24 years old. All of them with different skin colors with same uniform. Just like other boys d...
Trashed on the middle of the streets, screwed up there. There is one thing or someone else outside a wallmart, drinking his ice cream with countless cones in it. Basically it's pack of mini ice cream dominated with chocolate with green seasons. It's summer 1982, Tommy sits down on the floor outside the minimall. Don't aware right beside him are undefined trash can. There are blue, yellow, and red bin without direct class...
On a bench made of stone, full of leaves around it. A green leaves drop infront of Bucky’s eyes. “Oh, this happen again.” Leave the leaves alone to the grown up. On a village in Ohio State, all streets seem very quiet and peaceful. There are not looking bad stratch, just straight, turn left or right or just straight. Go to a wooden house. “Hi, honey, how’s work?” Jean, Bucky’s mom who struggling with drugs. Forget about ...
Hugh, hugh, kyaai, eihkkk". Darryl's voice sounded loud, not angry or sad, but the concentration of what he was doing. Filippino Martial Arts, where he practiced, was more like practicing himself in his rented flat. It is not uncommon to go to the beach area to enjoy the sunrise and sunset, sunbathe while meditating with his teeth. Just like Jean Claude Van Damme when he practiced karate in nature. Indeed, one of his fav...
California, Reseda, 1983, just turn 16 teenage boy running a long roads, random tracks, encounter bunch of peoples, most of them middle aged man. You know what most of teenagers do at that time, right? 05:30 AM, that’s the time. One time three peoples looking at him suspiciously. Don’t cared if tracked or killed, focus on Kenpo Karate Training, wearing grey hood sweater, grey sweatpants, white sneakers. Obviously don’t c...
Writer, planning for become few types of writting, including short stories, novel, script writer for short movie and movie.
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