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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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Friday, February 13, 2004

hmmm, maybe i shldnt say that, but i think retribution does happen. what goes ard, comes ard. its been so long, i always wanted to hug her again. yesterdae, she was crying her eyes out. i gave her a hug, then i finally convinced myself that my feelings for her are no longer there. it was like hugging my own sister, someone close to me. looking at her reminds me of how she treated me last time, only hers is worse, longer and too painful. why she left me to suffer, that i don understand. the only way i can describe her now is pitiful. i'm sorry i cant do anything to help u. i'm even more sorry if i have to say u deserve this for treating me like that last time, now u know how painful it was for me, like me, soon u will no longer believe in love.

i'm sorry, baobei.

its a beautiful morning. going to get my motorbike todae, thats my new love at least. i promise to love her with all my might and my days of riding with her last longer then ' u know wat' got to go for work. happy friendship dae to all my frens.

glad to be alive - bertie

gilbert at 4:19 PM [comment]

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