concreteandsunflowers
I run a mentoring programs for inner-city youth in a city known for it's violence and crime. The kids and I have had quite a few very competitive soccer games, and I usually manage to keep up with the goals. My students and I are frequent users of the soccer term "score, and Julie with the assist"
There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it was a place to smoke pot and chew mint leaves.
I've never been to summer camp. That's always been a sore spot for me. So many of my friends talk about the friends they made, how they matured, getting stoned and getting laid. I spent my summers trying desperately to fit into a family that never wanted me. Camp seemed the perfect get away, but they never let me go.
Connected.
Clashed.
Lips, hands, feet.
Crash.
Collide.
Like an accident.
Train crash.
We didn ;n
You are my everything. You dance with me to music. You hold my hands. You cook dinner with me. You are the most amazing thing I have ever found. Please forgive me when I say I want nothing more than to die. To disappear. To never exist again.
Drop out. I was a high school drop out. Now at 19, I'm a college sophomore well on my way to teaching high school English. Ironic. I loved my life of freedom when i wasn't in school, but it was fucking boring. I read a lot.
I can tell you everything I ever learned. Or at least once i could. I could tell you every word of everything I wrote. Now I can't even tell you where my keys are. Damn. This really sucks. I can't even remember what I wrote in my Louis Leakey report.
My house is not heated by central heat. We chop, split, stack and dry our wood by the quard. It's so nice to work for the things you have.
I love what everyone hates or fears. I love the fringes, the people who are abandoned. I love whatever disturbs people the most. I love spiders, and snakes and fear. I live for fear.
My cousin, who is well on his way to becoming some ridiculous engineer who will save the world, or something was once a child. And as a child, he used to stare longingly at storm drains, watching the water rush into them in a storm. While most children would have leaped into puddles, he studied them.
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