internet at my parents house
im posting this, because i have internet, and time, and won't have that for a while from now.
it's pretty much, the big thing that has happened to me recently
I was heading home. Five minutes away from my bed when i heard something behind me.
"GET ON YO KNEES, GIMME YO MONEY"
I turn, i see this man, this kid, some nigger with a gun, running at me. His white eyes, in stark contrast to his dark skin, His mouth appears to be smiling at the exhilaration of what he is doing. The only thing that is darker than his skin is the blackness of his gun, visible in contrast to the white car behind him which he appears to be running at me from.
I drop to my knees. Not because it is what he told me to do, as much as from extreme fear, as inability to keep myself standing. I give him the money in my wallet.
"see, that's all i have."
"What else you got, empty yo pockets"
I suddenly feel him hit me on the back of my head with his gun. and I drop my wallet, i notice another guy come around and pick it up, I empty my pockets of my cellphone, keys, and a few dollars in change. All of which is picked back up, and they run to the car, I notice a third member of their crew get in and they quickly drive away.
other things which might be interesting to anybody reading this which are part of my life.
I often spend my free time going out to do social activities, if you like to do social activities, you sould come with me sometime.
kite flying is one of those activities, as well as bowling, dancing, or swimming.
and yes, alcohol is often a social part of these activities, often the only part of the social activities, so if your coming out and not drinking, you better be willing to but a drink for me.
i should also mention that I like girls. I find them to be pretty to look at, and soft to the touch.
the end.
it's pretty much, the big thing that has happened to me recently
I was heading home. Five minutes away from my bed when i heard something behind me.
"GET ON YO KNEES, GIMME YO MONEY"
I turn, i see this man, this kid, some nigger with a gun, running at me. His white eyes, in stark contrast to his dark skin, His mouth appears to be smiling at the exhilaration of what he is doing. The only thing that is darker than his skin is the blackness of his gun, visible in contrast to the white car behind him which he appears to be running at me from.
I drop to my knees. Not because it is what he told me to do, as much as from extreme fear, as inability to keep myself standing. I give him the money in my wallet.
"see, that's all i have."
"What else you got, empty yo pockets"
I suddenly feel him hit me on the back of my head with his gun. and I drop my wallet, i notice another guy come around and pick it up, I empty my pockets of my cellphone, keys, and a few dollars in change. All of which is picked back up, and they run to the car, I notice a third member of their crew get in and they quickly drive away.
other things which might be interesting to anybody reading this which are part of my life.
I often spend my free time going out to do social activities, if you like to do social activities, you sould come with me sometime.
kite flying is one of those activities, as well as bowling, dancing, or swimming.
and yes, alcohol is often a social part of these activities, often the only part of the social activities, so if your coming out and not drinking, you better be willing to but a drink for me.
i should also mention that I like girls. I find them to be pretty to look at, and soft to the touch.
the end.