The world has come to a series of ghettos and off limits junk yards.
I get my ass kicked every day.
My dad is gone.
I have 1234 dollars.
This is life buddy…
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It's 6:31 and I've lived in this ghetto for a total of four hours. I made friends! Their names are Ervin Drake and Jamie Myers. They're two guys who were walking up the street while I was sitting on my porch. And before I knew it my money was all spent with the exception of 20 dollars.
First they asked me if I wanted a cigarette. And seeing as though I have had no friendships for the entirety of my life I decided it would be fine.
I coughed violently for ten minutes. The smoke engulfs your throat and tickles. That's what happened to me at least.
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So I've saved up this money since I was about six. I wanted a fucking trampoline so bad. And I got a cliché answer from my parents. So I saved money from birthdays, from those random times a grandparent offers you some cash. Only catch is I never bought that trampoline. But the two guys…said they would make me a god. Said I would be invincible, like superman. If I just offered them the money. I secretly kept those twenty dollars from myself. I told them I had 1214 dollars. I think they believe me.
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They take me to some woods. We walked down the streets like thugs. It was weird…gave me a sense of…belonging. "This is what makes you superman" Jamie says. Once the bag was removed from his back he pulls out a large freezer bag full of some plant and a vial of colorful pills. And I wonder That's the shit my money went to! "Trust me man its good." I guess he realized I was surprised by the look on my face.
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My father had this necklace. A chain. With a miraculous medal on it. The Virgin Mary's figure was carved into it. That's all I remember.
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Ervin rolled the some of the green plant he called "marijuana" in a brown wrapping. When he was done he had a tight brown stick he called a "blunt". Jamie took one of the pills. Ervin lit the "blunt". I inhaled it after him. Now I coughed when I smoked a cigarette. But I nearly died after smoking the blunt. It stung not tickled.
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I feel dead. Everything sounds as if in slow motion. Jamie said he was "tripping balls" and Ervin said he was "stoned" and that I was too. "You're fucking high bro…" he said painfully with a lung full of smoke. I felt terrible. I couldn't get up. I felt light headed. I felt like everything as a movie. And deep down…I knew it was great.
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"Wanna see something cool man?" Jamie says. And I say, "Hell yeah."
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"This is the shit the government doesn't want you to see." Jamie smiles at me and crawls under the fence. There's a hole that nobody notices that goes right under the fence allowing you enough space to crawl under. And when I get up I don't know if it was the plant or the pills but there were bodies. On crosses. Face down, naked in water. Fat ones, skinny ones, black ones, white ones, all dead ones. And there was a pile of bones sitting alone. And on his neck…
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DAMN! FUCK! The Virgin Mary staring at me. Telling me its alright.
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They beat me and left me with the bodies. They took my twenty dollars. Soon I walk home.
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All I think about is the bodies…of Jamie and Ervin's fist. I sit in my room…like a pile of bones.
So this wasn't that great. I've had writers block for a long time. This was my best attempt though.
See if you like it…I'm trying to get better….
-Jake