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• un histoire: partie trois

  August 19, 2001

  We went to the mall with Kimberly's best friend and her boyfriend to do some Christmas walking around. The girls called it shopping, but we really just walked around. As we passed by the crimson front displays and the golden trim and the 7 foot tall woman in the window, the girls got all excited&...

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• un histoire: partie quatre

  August 19, 2001

  "I just want it to be special." Those were the words that helped me finally break through. Even then I didn't see it, but now I see it very clearly. Her influence for good had finally won. That very moment, I decided to save what virginity I had left for disposal at the proper time…

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• What did you learn today?

  August 18, 2001

  Last night I learned a lesson in reality. And today, I learned that my sister can actually be kind to me when nobody's around. What did you learn today? ~Nobody's Me (on OD) What did I learn today? Well, I'll tell you what perception of mine was shattered. It turns out that foreign people are&hel...

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• un histoire: partie deux

  August 18, 2001

  One month into the relationship we were hanging out at school killing time before Band rehearsal. We walked to McDonald's together to fill our bellies--heh--it was our first date together. We began to talk about sex somehow, and she asked me whether that was what I wanted from her. "I guess," I t...

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• un histoire: partie un

  August 17, 2001

  I should probably tell you the story of Kimberly. Kimberly and I met in the fall of my freshman year in high school. She was a sophomore and a guard girl. I was a freshman and a drummer. We noticed each other. I remember her making playfully sexy faces at me when we would walk…

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• Why I Love America

  August 17, 2001

  I've often woed and whined because America today has no sense of nostalgia--no reason for coming together. There is no industrial revolution. There is no JP Morgan, no Rockefeller. There is no "Roaring Twenties." There is no Depression. There is no wartime effort. There are no radio firsides. The...

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• for youth

  August 14, 2001

  I write with the humble pen of a man who has been brought low by shoddied expectations, by love made wise, and by a life made hopeful. I grew up in a home where people really did love each other. We just all had a hard time showing it. Home life was pretty hard sometimes,…

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• A Rat and His Chance

  August 14, 2001

  Yet another reason I am thankful for the people around me is education. Let me brief you on the Bentleys. My junior year in high school, a mate of my mother's received an unrefusable job offer in Albany, New York. This presented a terrible dilemma for her and for me because on the one hand,…

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• Today

  August 12, 2001

  Today, I was promoted at work. Here is a morsel of connaisance concerning me. I am a guy, a feller. I play The Horn, as well as percussion instruments. I work at QuikTrip, the most awesomest coolest raddezt place to live. Land of $50,000manager salaries and all the free coffee and soda refills yo...

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