For Some

For some, for many there are things, simple and unexplained. There are many some who seek and others who find. And they are not the same for the quality’s they share, there are many more that will never coexist. In this world there is a calling for those who are great, for someone who never stops, for someone that surpasses the words of their advisers and does something so unexplainably amazing. Words will never describe it. And those who make things, simple and unexplainable. They make this world, this race, this society. Extraordinary. 

Days of a New Part 4

Monday began and I left the hospital where my mom was staying. I was skating down the Highway 6 feeder and this lady came up on my ass honking tell me to stop skating on the road. As I passed her at the light she started cussing me out, “Dumbass skater get off the fucking road, fucking jackass.” I yelled back, “You dumb bitch shut the fuck up.” I was skating through the traffic, weaving in and out. As she drove pass she was cussing and going on, I just flipped her off. About 10 blocks down a cop passed me and one came up behind me light and sirens, the works. He came over the P.A. “Stop, put your hands on your head and get on your knees”, I kept on walking, “Stop… Stop… STOP!” He jump out of his car and tackled me. “Why didn’t you stop,” he asked. I told him “I didn’t know you were talking to me.” He laughed. After thirty minutes of him searching my backpack and talking he decided that he would give me a ride up to the gas station across from the school, but with the light and sirens going. Finally, we arrived and he un-cuffed me thank god I didn’t know anyone there. Not too long after he left; Mike, Sarah and Alex made their way to the gas station. A cigarette or two later and once again we were late for school. This time without the Truck, the idea of skipping racked our brains. Minutes later we boarded a A&M bus and we traveled off into our Days of a New.

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Days of a New Part 3

After that all that the day wasn’t over yet and even with the money in our pockets we still felt that desire deep down to steal. So during our trip inside Hastings I crammed to pair of sunglasses into my pants. And that dumbass Alex stole trading cards. I walked calmly out the hardback café entrance and everyone else out the main doors and we drove off with 50 bucks in sunglasses and Alex paid zero for his set of 100 cards. After filling our need for some trendy glasses it was that time, time for a cigarette. Afterwards Mike and I bought two Mocha Frappuccino’s with two extra shots of espresso, whip, and drizzle. And a small one for Alex, Sarah didn’t get anything because she just doesn’t like coffee. When the coffee was gone it was time to drop Sarah and Alex off at the gas station across from the school, and for Mike and I to go to work.  Our story picks back up on Sunday, after work Mike and I headed across the street to the Parking Lot ramp that we had nailed only two days before. Testing our luck one more time we started down the ramp, after a bump my hand pulled hard on the back door of the Truck and it opened. For me all hope was gone but was the ramped ended the hope slowly returned only to be ripped away by the combination of speed wobbles and Mike pressing down on the gas. I was on the ground Mike slammed the brakes and my board flew under a mustang. Now today there lay four scars on my body, one on my shoulder, two on my ass, and one very small almost line like one on my leg. That mustang that my board flew under is now somewhat disconnected from its bumper. Mike gave me a ride to my house. My Mom was inside, her stomach acting up again. Finally after hours of pleading with her we left for the hospital at 1:00 a.m. Monday Morning. Another hour in the hospital and My Mom was admitted, and only 4 hours of off and on again sleep it was time for a shower, then off to school. For me after all of this there was nothing left and I was never turning back.

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Days of a New Part 2

The drive to the Whataburger where I worked was quiet, peaceful it was almost if this event in time would never change anything. Outside was the sound of  a waking city. Inside the questions started, why are y'all in school, we made up some bullshit lies like I have a dentist appointment and he's a drop up. Finally, we ate some fries and sipped our drinks. Not too long after the fries disappeared the normal disappeared and the adventure began to unfold. Across the street there was a shopping center with roof-top parking with a steep ass entrance/exit ramp. I took my skateboard and held on to the back of the truck as I handed all my life’s value to my brother Mike; he took it and ran bombing the ramp with me on the back. I never had a doubt we nailed it. I jumped in and we headed to Bryan were we literately flew, Mike hit the railroad tracks on MLK and Texas Ave. going 40 mph there was never a sliver of fear in his eyes. You could feel the suspension bounce under the weight of the two ton truck. Still we rolled on. Next was the Skate park, where after a short session and a cigarette we met up with to two new friends whose names I will not mention. Until finally it was time to leave, and it was decided; to the mall. The ride there was short, inside was an on going conversation about pass drug use, rock n' roll, and sex. We finally arrived and outside the smoke a cigarette entered the air, and the sound of a carnival manager cussing out his employees rang loud and clear. Then its was inside, first stop Hot Topic were I stole a princess zelda figure and talked to the employees like nothing was up. Just admiring the things that I could never afford. Next was Gamestop, after that Spencer's. And as we checked the gumball machine station looking for spare candy and quarters, hid among the machines was an iPhone 4 in the most amazing condition almost new. After a quick second in the puppy store, we decided to leave the mall with that iPhone in our possession. Within an hour we were selling the iPhone. But i had to counter his offer of 100. "110", I said, "100", "105", I countered, "100", Finally "100.50", finished. We received $100.50 for a phone we found laying on a gumball machine less than an hour before. And as to fine gentlemen of the law the first thing that me and Mike bought with the money was a pack of cigarettes.

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Days of a New Part 1

It all started on a Friday, that Friday changed everything it was for us the days of a new. 6:00 a.m. I woke up as always so fucking tried; the radio is still playing 103.9 as it did every morning. I took a  long steamy shower and dressed, told my mom goodbye. Before I lefted I smoked a cigarette from my dwindling pack. I skated to the trigon which was odd because I normally rode the route 12 too Texas A&M, i hopped on route 34 in silence up to my high school as I did every morning. I walked to the gas station across from the high school like every day before to smoke a cigarette or ten it all depended on my mood. My girlfriend Sarah made her way to the gas station with Alex(He's a true jackass). Mike drove the Truck a 1994 GMC Suburban named Shelby to school; he came over after parking it in the library parking lot. After the smoke of two cigarettes consumed my lungs, we were all late for school. It only took a minute if discussion to decide to skip. We piled into the Truck and tuned into 103.9, and left all our morals behind.

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You Are One

You are one. One of a kind. You are you. You are prefect. Your not one piece of the puzzle. Your the whole damn thing. Your amazing. Your extraordinary. Though your master plan may not be in full view. It's there. So be amazing and Change the world, leave it better than you entered. Your are One. One of a kind.