:Cool Hand Luke:

Dragline: Get in here. Ain't ya scared? Ain't ya scared of dyin'?
Luke: Dyin'? Boy, he can have this little life any time he wants to. Do ya hear that? Are ya hearin' it? Come on. You're welcome to it, ol' timer. Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it.
Luke: I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself.

I'M BORED

Hearing him tell stories, hearing him laugh makes me wonder maybe he's not such a bad guy. Makes me wonder why we arent closer. When I do speak to him its like he's so shocked that he can't believe his ears and I have to repeat myself. It's usually single sentence conversations.

F*ck!

 It actually felt good to speak to him, like wearing your old favorite pair of kicks. I couldnt believe my eyes when i saw his number on my caller i.d. Even though it wasn't a long convo, it was good to catch up. It was good to know he was still alive. But it made me realize that maybe we grew up to be two different people and maybe the phone and the comp would be the only ways of communication, maybe no more hanging out. I'm happy to hear he's getting on track. Maybe I was one of the many who stood in his way.

WTF is wrong with these kids on the news, why are they choking themselves?? How is it fun? I actually cry when I hear crap like that. It shows how much this system will not last for too long.

I love my grandfather. Even though he's sick, he's still strong in his heart. It hurts me to see him sick, helpless. Its not like he can take a Tylenol or Theraflu and it'll make the cancer go away. I actually like looking at him, just by looking at his face you can tell the man had a good life.  

Before I die I would like to say I'm sorry to you. I know i did you wrong and I'm sorry. Whether it was cheating or maybe I stole something from you, maybe I doubted you or maybe i lead you on, please know I'm seriously sorry.

I thought I knew him. He was my best friend. I could always trust that he would make me laugh when I was down. Any little problem-I went to him. I ran away and I went to him. No im not gay, im just talking about my best friend. One of the koolest guys ive even known. Now its like i dont know him at all. The only way I know hes alive and well is through reading his blog, if he doesnt make it private. Or if I call. I tried helping him. I tried making him laugh. I tried  being his best friend. But I guess you have tits and a clit to do all those things. I feel like i dont know him anymore. I just got shut out, out of nowhere. I would understand if we got into a fight, an arguement. None of those two things never happened. I miss my best friend. Have you seen him? Drives around in a '97 black Ford Explorer. A little on the heavy side. Always making someone laugh. If you see him tell him i said, "Hi" and to ask him to pass by.