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10/25/07

Tonight I sit in a place that symbolizes everything I loath about where I am.  This place holds a building, to some the most recognizable and comforting symbol of their intire lives but for others like myself, for which we are few in this little town of 8911 souls, this place holds other feelings and memories.  Feelings and memories of discomfort, hate and emotional distress.

I sit with myself, a pack of filters and a shity cup of decaf from one of the local Mini Marts.  Together we make up the moment.  It is very hard to believe that 20 years ago, about 7 blocks down from my resting spot tonight, my concious life began.  It troubles me to know that in 20 years I have ended up in the exact spot from where i began.  I can't understand why life has led me back to here.  Maybe it's not ment to be understood.

I sit and I wait; for a friend to call.

It is cool tonight.  Along with the slight breeze and the cloudless T.H.C. sky it makes the night all the more pleasent.  If only every night were as such.  The only thing that does not agree is the noise; or lack there of.  The only noise that can be heard is the occational high schooler's jacked-up Chevys and Fords.  If i did not know any better i would believe i am here alone.