terrorist in toronto

                 you wake up, look outside, you see snow. you run outside completely naked and dive in head first, jumping back out after having a strange epiphany about naming your soon to be child after something illegal, and the fact your turning blue. you get up and run to the car still undressed and scrub off the windshield  with a credit card you conveniently found in your neighbors pocket and drive to the nearest store, realizing you cant go in, so you climb on the roof and shout to the world of your predicament, and in return they call the police! so you run, only to be caught and taken to jail for some ridiculous charge. you get stuck in a cell with a brotherly love Eskimo named Lucius, and after judo chopping and paper signing your free. after that parent shaming incident you go to the nearest park and sleep on a bench and wake up thinking it was all a dream, only to figure out you weren't...get hit with a few pusrses, scare a few kids and go home. then you suddenly realize your in the wrong country and you have no clothes what so ever, so you steal them from a hobo, buy a plane ticket and get on the wrong plane and end up in Toronto. you get to a hotel and party with the staffs security until you get a fone call from bill cosby saying you need to be a better person. suddenly you wake up in a pile of snow stark naked in toronto with a picture of bill cosby.

                             i wake up and look out my window, i see for miles the vast country, green frosty grass like a sea of light stained glass sitting flatly outside my door. calmly and quietly the sun rises over the grassy horizon as i step outside into the tranquil world and breathe the cold air, exhaling soft steam flowing out my mouth and nose as i walk to the car. every morning i wake up almost zombie like i find myself wearing out a little more each day, finding less and less energy just to move.every day i have to learn to walk again, just out of memory is hardly enough. i pray to God everyday for strength to live, forcing my will to make it through school, failing to pa attention in almost every class, flowing from class to class with the crowd of people going in that direction, total mind block, but through it all i survive, learning to walk each day.

a life to lead

                          as these short youthful days waste away i look on my future with anticipation...going to the marines has been a dream Ive dreamt about for all my life, I've spent a good deal of my life in a uniform, whether it be a baseball, T-ball, basketball, football, explore, or marching band uniform, but this uniform, this uniform is the one i cant wait to get in, i cant wait to serve a purpose so big almost no other job on the planet can fill its place. but looking back on my life i see a life almost wasted, yeah I've made people laugh, made friends, left impressions that'll never be forgotten, memories etc. but nothing seems like an amount to anything. recollecting on my past i see mistakes, false judgement of character, loss of friends, gains of bad ones, bad relationships, bad dreams, sins, imperfections, sadness. but i realize now that its just the past, theres no real meaning to it, I've paid my consiquences, and I've moved on. id personally like to say sorry for any transgressions ive committed towards anyone, from this point on im born again, im living for me now.
                  P.S. this isnt my best blog so im sorry about that, its been a while..