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Yesterday was…eventful, to say the least. clean, study, burger king, 5 hours at Ocho Placas Tattoos for Marlene, a variety of Denny’s deserts with the girls, blah blah blah. Somewhere in between all that, my phone rings once and then the person on the line hangs up. my stomach turns into a giant knot. something was wrong. I didn’t tell anyone what I was feeling because a part of me thinks im being stupid. so I go into the bathroom of ocho placas and pray. The second I walk out, my phone rings again. Its sam from a payphone, his voice quivering, he’s crying. It’s a long and personal story that I’m not going to get into because its no man’s business. Basically I spent three hours sitting on the floor trying to distract myself with anything I could find. All I wanted to do was scream.. or throw up…I was just waiting.
waiting to leave.
waiting for phone calls from random locations.
waiting for some sort of solution.
Luckily, in time, all of those things came to be. It’s all fixed. Thank you God. I never want to feel that way again. Don’t let it happen again.sam.please.
Swollen, bruised right eye…he drove with his shirt off and his adrenaline pumping. He reminded me of Edward Norton in fight club minus the OCD and split personality.
I watched him driving, half expecting him to start beating himself up like in the movie.
He stayed concentrated on the road, lost in his music, occasionally looking over at me to see me looking at him.
Probably thinks im weird because I stare but he’s so interesting to watch.
I wondered: if anyone else saw him at that moment, what would they think?
He looked like a badass, like “sam the savage”… but I know otherwise.i know him.
He was full of life, me at his side. But I knew that just a few hours earlier he had been driving alone, a crate filled with his belongings, and nowhere to go.
I’ll always be there for you. I have your best interest in mind and I’ll tell you what I think even if its not what you want to hear. I promised
waiting to leave.
waiting for phone calls from random locations.
waiting for some sort of solution.
Luckily, in time, all of those things came to be. It’s all fixed. Thank you God. I never want to feel that way again. Don’t let it happen again.sam.please.
Swollen, bruised right eye…he drove with his shirt off and his adrenaline pumping. He reminded me of Edward Norton in fight club minus the OCD and split personality.
I watched him driving, half expecting him to start beating himself up like in the movie.
He stayed concentrated on the road, lost in his music, occasionally looking over at me to see me looking at him.
Probably thinks im weird because I stare but he’s so interesting to watch.
I wondered: if anyone else saw him at that moment, what would they think?
He looked like a badass, like “sam the savage”… but I know otherwise.i know him.
He was full of life, me at his side. But I knew that just a few hours earlier he had been driving alone, a crate filled with his belongings, and nowhere to go.
I’ll always be there for you. I have your best interest in mind and I’ll tell you what I think even if its not what you want to hear. I promised