Personal Narrative: Insane

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 at approximately 4:30 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to a possible overdose at 415 Tradewinds Drive apartment B, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. I was advised Patrol Officers were on scene and standing by.

I curse the amount of street lights there are and go around to the side of the house, careful to duck into the shadows. The sound of a noisy dog barking next door has my pulse racing and my eyes cataloging everything around me.

What a crazy and fast year it's been hasn't? If you asked me when was last Febuary I would have said 3 months ago and now I hear that your birthday is

There was a girl, her name was Emiri, while she was innocent looking enough with her short white hair and innocent looking face. She seemed to have a smile on her face all the time in front of people even when it wasn't appropriate time to have a smile on her face like if somebody had died in a really tragic way, she would still have a smile on her face as if she didn't feel anything. When people would ask her why she was smiling at such a horrid thing she would only reply “Because I think this world is so wonderful, even with the bad things that happen. That's why I am smiling. We only had one chance to be here and their time was up, so why would you hurt yourself over their ending time? After all somebody else will be written to replace them

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

One of the thoughts about insanity says that a clear sign of it is when something is repeated over and over again with the person expecting different results. If this was true, then I’m the crown prince of that kingdom. Saying that this was going to end badly is clearly as perfect of an example of my insanity as any. I folded up another note, I had spent days composing in hopes that the only girl I had ever thought about awake and asleep would consider going out with me on a date. What made this insane is that I have been writing the perfect note for the past three years.

I sat on the couch holding a bottle of whiskey, wondering what I had down with my life. I was successful. I had something that people would kill for. Only they usually ended up killing themselves over it. Kinda like me. I obsessed with my job, it consumed my life. I didn't have a life anymore. It was taken over by my job. I knew I needed a break, but I couldn't make myself take one. I waited to long. All my feelings were bottled up inside. They just exploded. Like a grenade. I'm a fucking grenade.

I sat down with my boy on the recliner he hopped up as I read the paper back to him. This seemed Like a cozy get up for a boy to grow up in, but as I began to read my mind was adrift into other things. I had to split sometime soon but I couldn’t help think “what awaits me there?” I thought of a time when I lived in the city, New Orleans. Late one night while I was a private dick I lit my cigarette and began listening to the smooth jazz of the night. The cool wind of the night brushed my face and wavered my smoke as I pulled my hat down I noticed some grifter out of the corner of my eye. I kept walking. The sly grifter moved along the shadows.

This is insane....you would help her if you knew she was disabled but your not going to because she is voting for someone your against. Finally you say oh people have different taste of ice cream okay.....so you would not speak to your friend or help someone because they like choclate ice cream when you like vanilla. This sounds immature and ignorant. A person belief or pratice should not stop you from assisting and if you are a disciple of god as was said you should know that judging someone based on beliefs is also a sin. I am tired of people using GOD or the bible to cover up they're inmoral

This assignment brought me closure, the making of “The rose that grew from the concrete” brought me to tears literally. My sons birthday took place on a Saturday, and the drawings and final cuts of the paper were made the night before Friday. I made arrangements before hand, and decorated the basement with a Teen Titans theme on Thursday. I was feeling bitter sweet about my sons birthday since he was turning five. I believe that this year was harder one me, since he had just started school for the first time. As I pressed play on my final product a million things ran through my head.

I am Ken and I am 14 years old. I am really good at sports. When my family and I moved here in New York from Paris , it was really hard to adjust. I don’t know anyone in New York. However, when I first came here, I met some new friends in the first day of school. “Hey, are you new here?” asked stranger.

I held the phone to my ear as I waited for a reply. I watched Duke as he was being carried out the door, his body now motionless yet I could see a sliver of his deep brown eyes poking out from under his eyelids. It's better for him to not be hurting even if I can't see him. It's better for him to not be hurting even if I can't see him. It's better for him… I was caught off guard as laughter came rumbling through the phone.

It was a loud and bright fourth of July, and my mom, dad, my brother and I were all celebrating at my grandparent’s house on my father's side. Everything was going well and we were all sitting on the back deck shooting off firecrackers and other small fireworks. Then, my grandpa brought out a few huge cakes which are the fireworks that are really big and blow up in the air. My brother and I lit off a few of those, my dad wanted to go light the biggest one because he loves fireworks! For most of the big ones we had to tell him to close his eyes because he gets seizures when he drinks and sees flashing lights.

A blank page stares up at me. I wish it would just fill its blue shelves all by itself like the overflowing letter beside it. But the pen remains hovering over it, no words to fuel it into action.