landlords

I don't get it. If i was a landlord I could understand where he is coming from, however if the whole apartment complex is complaining to you about how it is freaking freezing in the apartment I think I would turn the heat on to help them out, obviously he's not that considerate to us.

Workshop???

It was interesting putting my "pieces" up on my blog. I'm not sure what to make of them my personal feeling is that the all suck, but they always say that the worst critic of your work is yourself.

Dream

It was a day like any other day. He woke up shut the annoying thing called an alarm off and got out of bed. James went through his normal routine on taking a shower followed by a huge cup of coffee. James hated that stupid incoherent job sitting there all day attempting to look busy not knowing what he was actually suppose to be doing with his life. Yet, every morning just like the one previous he would sacrifice his happiness and head to work. He always was sore in the morning no matter how comfortably he slept. For him he would always be sore, a soreness that would never go away. James would get into that ratty old car that would barely run half the time, and start his long drive. Of course the drive on any other day would be short however that one stupid thing that everyone goes through in their life, the annoying sounds of engines sitting idling on the road, horns blasting, and the every now and then car with music blaring through its closed windows. James knew it was coming it was only a matter of time before his road rage would take the best of him. The last stop light before the highway like any other 4 way intersection, everything looked normal. Finally after what feels like hours the light changes to green, all the sudden BAM!, the morning soreness is back again, only worse, he can’t move let alone think straight. “Where am I, I can’t see” James said not realizing what had happened. It brings back old memories of when he was younger, it was an ordinary day much like today, besides he is with his mother, In her old Honda, that day has haunted his dreams ever since. The last chance to see his mother. “Could this be happening again, did I get into an accident? Why can’t I see anything, or hear anything. I must be dreaming.

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As he walked through the streets he noticed something, something had changed, something was new that sends a chill down a person’s spine. A new that comes in contrast beyond oneself. Just something wasn’t right but he did not stop however, it was a late night and one would be a fool to stop in such a place. A place he was familiar with at one time but that time is now gone. He smelled the aroma of stale gun powder as if a gun had been fired. It was that night he would be accused of the one thing that changed his life forever.

Crash

As I drove up the road that fateful day, I remember the song the scientist ironically. I spoke with words I cannot remember however I wish I did. Enough to distract me from a true task. I remember the hand cramp preventing me from down shifting into the sharp turn, my mind raced through the fish jumping on the river to the right of me and past memories of that old coach at my parent’s house. The crash seemed so hurtful, so inevitable, and then it happened…….