Homes

Posted by on Oct 12, 2004 in Journal

Rochester, NY 11:58 PM You don’t know why things happen like they do, but things happen. When you are young and people your age die, it has an affect on you. As I write that, I guess death has an affect on you no matter what your age is. As I was at the funeral home tonight, I heard what a lot of people said at my Nana’s funeral. “It’s good to see you. I wish it wasn’t for this.” I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen in years. My sister saw a lot of people she hadn’t seen. In your life you only come in contact with a certain amount of people. You keep in contact with some and...

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Jail

Posted by on Oct 11, 2004 in Journal

NY 11:15 AM I was a bit leery as I sat out in the parking lot, staring at the high fences with barbed wire all over it. I wasn’t sure if I really was supposed to go into the jail to meet inmates. I wasn’t sure if what my parent’s were doing was the right thing. Why are they here for the whole weekend? There was a group of about ten in the parking lot, waiting to go in. They were doing the same thing I was. I let them be together for a while. I listened to the football games on the radio (Cowboys stink) and ate a little leftovers I had brought (porkchop, rice, and pineapple). I had sat...

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Saturday

Posted by on Oct 9, 2004 in Journal

Rochester, NY 11:00 AM It’s Saturday morning. That means different things to different people. It used to be the day we’d be scrambling around to get ready for soccer or basketball games. Then it grew to the day where I could finally sleep until noon. Then it turned into the day where I’d get up early, work out, shower and get a bunch of errands done. I’m not sure what my Saturday’s have turned into. Today I sit at the same kitchen table at the same house of my parents where I’ve been for the past month. A month goes by fast. I’ve been writing and trying to put my sales hat back...

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