Friday Night Monologue

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

I am writing to you on the behalf of the terrible accident that happened the other day with me and your darling son Theodore. I just wanted to clear this up for you, so you don’t have to report it to the state generals office. Here is what actually happened...

Drew Sullivan was torn between his Catholic guilt and feeling free for the first time. It has been a couple of weeks since he fucked Kyle. Drew's kitchen shades were permanently closed, hence their playful peek-a-boo weekend ritual came to an abrupt stop. In Drew's mindset, temptation had been thwarted.

Our wind has died down, but yes indeed, is it cold! Our landscapers just pulled up to take care of leaves and shrubs. They are all bundled up! Oh, our leaves did finally fall with a little help from that dang wind, but the grass, she's still green! I can imagine they have more than enough snow in MN for Miss Cora's first snowman! Not ready for that here...well, I never am!

Although my main focus of my mockumentary was Trump’s issue with Mexicans, I’d like to expand the focus onto Trump’s racism, xenophobia and general thoughts, policies and views that have offended many different individuals and groups of people. I believe that these things he has said he would do should nullify his eligibility to run for president.

I walk into my room and throw my bag carelessly on the floor. I’ll study later. I don’t go to my bed but move over to my window and stand there, not knowing exactly why. I open the windows, and even though it’s the middle of winter, the cold wind is most welcome here. I feel my hair blowing around my face and I know it’s going to get impossibly tangled but I don’t care. My lips are dry and too thin top isn’t doing much to keep me warm but I still don’t care. I’m not really sure where my thoughts are taking me but I’m already gone.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Someone opens the fire hydrant hose on the end of the street and as the whole community plays. The police comes to cut it off and tell them if they have to come back they will arrest everybody. Sal driving his collectable car in the neighborhood gets soaked and says that “zoe and joe black” did it being sarcastic because they messed up his car. Mookie delivers pizza to the radio man and Vito walks with Mookie. Mookie tells him he shouldn't take no stuff from his Pino because he looks weak. When mookie and Vino walk back to the store they run into Buggin Out, Buggin Out gets into it with some white guy steps on his shoes and messed them up and his messy friends hype him up to argue with the white man. It goes back to the old men arguing on the street talking about owning their own business because if the koreans can do it so can they. Vino wants to be black or likes their culture but then goes to mock the culture

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

Through The Looking Glass Disclaimer: No, silly, I never have nor will I ever own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. *sighs* :( I simply borrow them for my own creative enjoyment purposes.

“Hey, there Charlie Fizzle how ya doing?”, I say. “Pretty good besides the point that I have been in that can for thousands of years.” Charlie says. “What happened to you, and why were you in that soda can?” I ask.

I stood at my window, looking out at the cruel German soldiers. The Nazis. Jews, beaten, shot, killed... for no good reason. Why the Jews? Why just them? What’s wrong with them?

I was tasting blood. Biting my tongue in a desperate attempt not to say it. Not to let it slip. Because Lord knows I wanted to say it.

Sometimes i feel like the world is against me. I guess life gets better, or does it. Most people judge me by the clothes i wear or how expensive my shoes are. I don't tell my parents because they'll go to my school and embarrass me even more,but at least i got two good friends that will stand by me no matter what. Their names are Chris and Isaiah,were not the richest kids in the world but we have enough to get us through the day.