The Tragic Tale of Edwin Drake As I write this I have one hundred minutes to live. Or at least that's what it told me. I sit in my New York City apartment, lighted only by the glow of my computer screen. I don't know how this happened. I'm not sure how this developed. I don't know where it started. I have one hundred minutes. Maybe I can figure it out in that time. I remember being a kid, I would lose things all the time. Whether it was my Game Boy, a book, whatever the fuck I was into. Whenever I misplaced something, my mom would always tell me to "retrace my steps." You're supposed to think about eveThe Tragic Tale of Edwin Drake
EssayOn Monday, March 2nd 2009, 12:17 AM the body of John Essay (15) was found at 32 Winchester Street in New York. In his hand he held a black book. The family of the boy have requested what was found in the book get out to the public.Essay
Thursday, January 1st 2009, 12:17 AM
Thought I'd finally start an actual, for real, diary thing for my thoughts and such. What better day to start than the first day of 2009, right? It's new years eve, and I'm.....doing nothing. Sitting around the house. She's at a New Years Eve party. I wish I could be with her. It's weird...I mean....I get kind of...clingy an
Everlasting LifeIt's always the person who loves you the most who hates you the most. Always the person closest to you that ends up farthest away. Not complete betrayal, but something along those lines. It's only after you lose everything that you see the world for the sick fucking joke that it is. Anybody who you think cares about you doesn't. Anything you've spent your life working on will be gone soon. The building you're in will be demolished. Everyone you've ever met in your life will be dead. Anything you hold dear to you will be sold. And you'll be dead too. After a while, we'll all going to be gone. Every one of us. Your best friend. The person who yEverlasting Life
Flashes Before Your EyesIt's January 6th 2007. I go through the day like any other, unaware of the significance of this date. This is the day I first saw her.Flashes Before Your Eyes
February. March. April.
I still haven't spoken to her. She would never talk to me. Bump. Oh hi. Hi. I'm Lisa. Hi, I'm Richard. Richard Corey, I tell her. I stare into her eyes. I'm mesmerized. Bang. I smash my hand on my desk. Another fucking crush.
May. June. July.
We've been friends for a few months. She's really funny. We like the same things. She really means a lot to me, but I could never tell her that. I think about her all the time. I wonder how she's
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i'm back... and all i can say is BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!! BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!!BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!! BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!!BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!! BALTIMORE ORIOLES NUMBER 1!!
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