What is going on in my life?
So I was at Brightwood park again for teh buzillionth time and I saw a strange man. He was carrying bottles and glass stuff and his hand was bleeding really really badly! I asked him if he was ok because he was bleeding so much and his hand was all cut up and mangled. He said he started coming here when he was my age (15) and that he lived nearby. Now he comes every once and awhile to collect junk for sculptures....He knew every peice of junk in the park! I asked him if he had been to the island he said he had a bunch of times and that he swam there in his underwear with his friends once. One of his friends died and he put the ashes there.. Spooky like whoa! His name is Brian and he is like 28ish looking. When we went our separate ways I looked at his hands and his blood dripped down the dirty glass bottle and made bloody puddle on the ground. It was so surreal especially since I was stil dizzy from the giant swing. So anyway I cut a bunch of school today to play croquet with my friends at my house! I love my life.. I still wish Maggie Fucking Lee was happier... ::sigh::