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A father puts his son on the ledge, fifteen feet from he ground. Kid’s about six. The father asks the kid to jump. The kid shakes his head, afraid to make the move. The father tells him not to worry, Daddy’s here and Daddy will catch you. The kid swallows hard, clenches his hands and makes the jump. The father moves out of the way and lets the kid fall to the ground, cuts, bruises, scrapes, what have you. The father bends over and points a finger in the face of his crying boy. And tells him, ‘Remember one thing. In this life, never trust anyone.


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Saturday, January 18, 2003

morning, no work today, wat a relief. yesterdae had to work, was a saturday. the crowd was overwhemling. rilly felt like dying, but i would say that the job is challenging. cant wait for new year to come lo, hear the pay is going to be double for that month, woohoo. gonna be paid more for the same shit i had to do every day. hmmm, raining outside. the distinctive sound of rain pattering on the roof and windows are confusing my thoughts, but den i rilly don feel like thinking about anything else. beautiful sunday morning made poetic with the drizzle of rain. went to watch 8 mile the night before at 1130pm at lido. i'm still thinking of the movie a lot. inspiring, i would say. in a way, i feel like him, not rapping but breaking. some how he wanted to get some where with his talent, i want to get some where with my breaking, just that i have to improve a lot first. at first thought that i would be breaking more, before i go into the army, but everyone else seems busy and i still have to work. haiz. hmmm, wonder if i can eat using breaking if i was a damn good breaker. its good to dream. wish i'm eminem. he rocks.

think going to watch the movie again.

hmmm, kk. hope there is breaking today. over and out.

thankful to be alive - bert


gilbert at 8:15 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}