These story's are just my thoughts in no order.


year of 1984, bore a child from from hell and heaven, his soul had no means of where it came from.

year of 1985, he is now one, he had the knolage of every one, the serctes of life was his to stay.

year of 1986, now he craws, from place to place climbing every thing.

year of 1987, year of three, and a sister to be born two days after me. knowing what he is. what he can do, climb every tree.

year of 1988, now he hang by his feet, suck by one hanging on for hours on end.

year of 1989, she is two now, i am four. had a birthday but never on my day. forgoten who we are. put in pre school no where close to where we where.

year of 1990, five we where, learing who we each are. perpareing for what we are to be.

year of 1991, i was in grade one, soricers i used to cut down the ones that picked on me. cut there pants from toe up to knee. cut thier hair short as can be.

year of 1992, second grade for me. i know walked alone, school was a mile from me. now and then my crush was with me.

year of 1993, was hell for me. time was hard thought i was ti have no of, i had to be strong for the one around me. family was gone sevral times from me.

year of 1994, wasnt much better, floods of three cleaning out what was me. tears of the night where never seen. things we did was not for fun but the torcher we must scest.

year of 1995, was slient as can be nor a word from me. drawing and writting was only done for me, hidding it all for it was only fire it was ment to be.

year of 1996, bothers done before me, was my undoping to make. thought out was one of them, had as the crimal that they where. just a teast of what could be.

year of 1997, still quite as one can be, i did no work, did not read what i knew waas far beyond what they can teach me. famliy again fighting over where i shoulds be.

year of 1998, this wher i thought about where i wanted to be. hidding behide closed doors, we became more in touch of what we are. going crazy in the slince of whats out there and the screems of what is in here.

year of 1999, we whent agiast every thing we belived in, made our deshtion. not to go where our enmiles wait, not to fight that batale agian. we slept in a dog house, waiting for the bus to leave. three months of lying not to go where i cold be watch and used as well as abused.

year of 2000, we won at what cost, wake up at 3 just sit at a place that is better for me. the thing i had i gave up for some thing i didnt want to. every day we waited for the doors open, but my sis did not belive me. she had to learn the hard way. the school she went had a vendata agesnt her, for no other reasoon then a name.

year of 2001, we had the friends we wanted to have kknew the peole to get the things we need. i was rule. no one whent agenst me. for i knew what was true. i had a love that was very true, gave it up because of what i knew.

year of 2002, last year of school. every thing that was said every thing that i knew came to be, still i gave it all up for i was no longer what we wanted to be. but still every one looked for me.

year of 2003, i was no where to be, not to be found till it was time for me.

year of 2004,

year of 2005,

year of 2006,

year of 2007,

year of 2008,

year of 2009,

year of 2010,

year of 2011,

now a bunch of storys

Do You Belive In God?

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(the floor was had serval types of alonume with all kinds of paterns.on the right a bed that was made from a foton. had very bulit up matress made of feather pillows. if frount. a metal card table with fore chairs. each chair was differnt from the next. siting in this dark green chair, was Boots buzz cut hiar, brod body, face him was Tc, to the right of Tc is Wagon, and last in front of wagon was shawn. they all sitting there palying cards and smokeing cigs pasing the bowl around. getting late)

Looking up at TC, Boots"hay I know there is no way i can take this all home with me"

Still looking at his cards Tc"i know you have two options...(moving the cards in his hand)"stay here or leave it here"

face look like it got hit by a brick Boots"you know i cant stay here, i have to do work at the house all day tommarow"

laying his cards down face up Tc"gin" looks to wagon"what time is it?

wagon always haveing a watch on hand "9:25"

Tc grabs the cards and reshulfes the deck Tc. while passing them out" well 10:30 you call your mom. ask her to spend the night here. tell her the first thing you will do when you wake up is go home and work"

Boots picking up his hand"you know she wont let me. fuck so much shit has happened, i just feel like god hates me."

shawn picking up his hand and grabing the bolw" my life is worse then yours."

Tc lays the cards in his hand down,"now is not the time for this. but ok at 10:30 you call your mom and ask she will say yes for you spend the night."..."then we can talk about it."

so they all keep play cards and smokeing the night away, till 10:30

in the kitchen, Boots is stting at the table next to the phone. Tc standing next to him, shawn and wagon in the garage still.

Boots"your sure this will work?"
Tc moves the phone to him"call and ask it will work"
Boots pick up the phone and calls home "get mom....hay mom im over at Tc house he was wanting me to spend the night"...."she wants to talk to you"

Tc takes the phone"hi mom, yea i was wonder if he could spend the night? " (voice) "he has to do alot of work out side, it going to take him all day to get it done" Tc "i know he told me. i told him i wake him up early to do the work. i would have there frist thing in the morring" (voice) "give the phone to boots"

tc hands the phone to Boots...."ok, first thing i do i will call" hangs up quickly "she siad i can stay but i have to be at home firtst thing in the morring"

Tc"so how can i keep you here all day too? you know we cant smoke that all in one night."

boots"only if it rains then i cant do my work its all outside work. but dude god hates me. it wont rain" sounding all down

Tc "i know god, and he loves you more then you think."
boots (replys quickly) "i dnot even think there is a god, and if there was he hates me."

Tc (i look at him stirnly) "there is god, i will make you a bet, five dallors that it will rian tomarrow so i can prove that god exicts."

boots "i dont have dallors" Tc "nither do i, but you got pot." boot (looks at me like this is crasy) "you got a bet" we put a hand on the table and said we bet. you know its not going to rain."

Tc "let go play some cards and smoke we can work on that later"

we played most of the night, got some sleep, boots was up frist, and he was in the kitchen, pretty much ready to say i told you so.

Tc (walks in the kitchen from the grage and sits down)"call your mom nd tell her its raining" booot quickly says no way am i just going to say its raining" tc "ok go to the front door and open it"

boots (walks over to the front door calmly looks right at me like im an iddoit) Tc "open it" (quickly opens the door takes two seconds and runs to the phone to and calls his mom) she picks up he tells her its raining, just look out the window it rianing he psses the phone to me and i say hello she tells that once it stops raining he has work to do.

so we go back in the garage, i open it up to wacth it rain, Tc, boots, wagon, shawn, set down at the crd table. and start playing rummy
boots starts up that god hate him and how there must not be a god.
Tc "ok there is a god, i bet you five dallors that there is a god and he likes you and hates me, well cant hate me but dislikes me"

boot "no if there is a god he hates me"

Tc (looks up) "aright five dallors" _for what_ "that i can prove that god hates me more then you" that if walk out there it will not just down pour but hail on me"

boot relucently took the bet passed the joint Tc took a hit and got up and walked two steps out the garage, instanetly BB size hail and flat out cold down pour

tc walks in the gargae in hurry "i hate cold rain you know that" and sits back down "see god hates me"

boots "ok there is a god" "and he does hate you" _no he dislikes me, cant hate me_ "ok, ok"

Tc "see why i know god, he loves my grandma, and she may not have a reson to got to church but i bet you in five mins it will stop rianing for he so she can drive to chruch"

boot less relucently "i bet" we put our hands on the table (tc)"its a bet"

wangon of course breaking the rule of no clocks in the garage, sets a timer on his watch" 5,4,3,2,1 sec rain stops suny birds curping, the ground is dry, and grandma walks out the front door and tells us that she going to church boots face just in stun shwan just tring to smoke more, wagon with that i know grin.

tc "have fun grandme"

as she drives off
tc "ok it takes her five mins to get to church and your mom said that you have to be home if it stops raining, so i bet that god loves you and that it will rain sideways across the yard and over the roof, that you can walk out side and not a drop of water will hit you. the second my grandma shuts the church door" _boots slams his hand down "it a bet"

wagon of course pulled out his watch again. 5,4,3,2,1, wall of water over the roof, along the filed and the driveway, tc gets up and tell boots to walk over to the car, (in a amazsment he dose) tc grabs a joint and walks over t6o him

tc "ok what is realy bothering you" _im have a kid_ "you think thats why god hates you, no, no, no god dose love you, you care about her? _yes_ do you love her _yes_ then god dosent hate you he dose hate me, affter awhile he has a change of view about getting married, finding a job, and taking care of a child

Tc "now rember god hates me not you, i bet that if you walk in side it going to be pouring on me" _deal_

boots walks and right before the frist step in he turns to look at me, stight down heavy rain

tc runs inside "i still hate cold rain" sits down "well atleeast you belive in god _yea and he hates you,_ "cant hate just dont like me" but "my grandma has to leave churh in a min so it going to stop raining for her to get home, (now when she got back home she asked me in and she just told me how it rain just like this as waven her hand sideways as the doors closed, and how it just stoped as she opened the front church doors to go home,

tc"i know granma god loves you"

and i walked back to the garage it was raining kinda hard when i got back in the garage

I told my friends what my grandma ssaid and i just laughed, i stood at the front door of the garage and said "and for my finel trick" snaped both my hands.... nd the rain just stoped instancly, "oh you have to go do work and we be stop smokeing" i turn faceing the driveway, i waves my hands alittle, and say "rain rain rain"... "there pass my the bowl. lets smoke..."


you know it is alot easyier to say some thing then to type it. a 15min story is like a few days writting to me. so im sorting it.

ok. frist im only talking about the importent things.

Boots. Tc. Gram.

ok, Boots had alot of pot, we spent most of the day smokeing and talking and playing cards. it came to the time he had to leave or call home. Tc told him to an ask to stay the night regardless he had to do chours in the morring at his house. finly got him to call. he call talk to him mom Tc talked to his mom told her he would be there as sooon as we woke up in the morring so he could do his chours. after the phoe call boot was complining god hated him, was had to prove him wrong. so i made him a bet. 5$ he complianed he didnt have the monney. to me it was not about the money casuse i didnt either, and explaned that to him.