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I'm in driver's training now. It's ok. I need six hours of driving in the next three weeks to pass section one. I've never driven a car, so i'm pretty freaked out about doing it the first time with four others in the car. I suppose it has to be done. I figured out that assuming I pass section one first try, it'll be January when I can legally drive. By then, I will have collected settlment payments for about three months. That's about $2,000 in my account, enough to get a decent used Bentley, or Delorean, wichever I stumble across first. Then, boom, designated driver. Drinking is for the weak (you know who you are.) Who smokes anyways? How do you start smoking? It's like, "Well, I know it's one of the worst things a person can do to themselves, and i'm not addicted, but, I think i'll just start smoking for the hell of it." In the words of Carlin, "What'r we, fuckin' stupid?!" I'll drive down Jefferson, look at the Grosse Point houses. Those are so nice during the winter months. Christmas lights and natural olden sort of ambiance created by the snow. It looks like a Charles Dickens story, with more rich, old, white people. I think a jet ski would be fun. Drive into Ford's Cove. Fun place, real shallow. I haven't seen James lately, wonder what he's been up to. Mother got home today. I'm just sitting, waiting for key personnel to come online (Leigha.) It's about 11:00. That's pm, for all you clock buffs. My hair's being realy nice today. Straight, not tangling. Soft, light shene but not greasy. Chris Halloman called me "Greaseball" because of the way my hair always looked greasy. The irony there is, he's obviously very Italian, and the stereotypical name for Italians is "Greaseballs." I think it applys to those of the Latin persuasion as well. Perhaps Cubans too. Check that out and get back to me. I feel fatter, having just eaten at Gilbert's Lodge. I think i'm gonna go start part four of el story. I'll do it up real nice. I'm in a heavy-worded mood tonight. It feels nice in here. My air conditioning blows right on my chair. I'm hot tonight. It feels good. I could use a back massage right now. I wanna go on a road trip some day. Bring close friends. I don't have many close friends. I won't name names, some may feel left out. Why do I like this music? It's so weird. I dunno. Some people like black women, Leon likes techno. Lesser of two evils. Do any black women read this? If so, don't read the second to last line. I'm guessing not alot of people do. You never know. Sometimes when I change my profile, people i've never spoken to message me about it. So, you never know. Ok, i'm dumping my mind into a journal, when it should use it on the story. Well, I leave you now. Got story suggestions? An answer to the Greaseball question? Leave a comment. They're always welcome here. Like black women. I'm an equal oppertunity employer..