Daze Dream (part IV 2/2)

The BMW pulled silently into an abandoned warehouse and Derek and Theresa disappear. 


Two days after my accident. My parents had been by to see me and pretty much never left my side at all. My mothers Victoria's Secret perfume still lingered in the air. The doctors patched me up the best they could. Ribs still hurt but starting to heal. My leg was all casted up and bandages surrounding every inch of my body it felt like. The police, well some seriously high ranking officer judged by the Gucci suit and matching shoes, stopped by and questioned me. Not so much a question but drilled me as too why I'm doing drugs. He refused to except my explanation and said the morphine wasn't making me think properly and too call him when I felt better. This was his card.


Anthony Dior. Executive Assistant @ Jackson Trust. 261-037-5528. 


This was the weirdest experience in those couple of days. I searched his name and no hits online and no bank called Jackson Trust. Even the phone number routed me to the operator. Clearly my normal seventeen year old life was about to change, but I had no idea what was in store for the future. 

Insomnia...You Suck!

Ive been going through a phase (the last like 8 months) where i go to bed usually after 1am. I realized my body got REALLY adaptive to this. Tonight, I tried going to sleep at 7:30 because I was totally beat. And hey guess what? I woke up at 2::05am. My whole sleep through the night to catch up on sleep plan really backfired. So I'm going to give everyone a little piece of advice. DO NOT stay up till 2am everynight. I so regret doing that and I now have to fight my body to get back to sleep. Not a very fun. Not a very informative woohooo! post. But im tired and going back to sleep 8) Gnight peeps.


Have A Good One!

Forever We Breath

I sat and watched two lovers walking on the beach. The sun setting on a warm summer night. I feel the breeze graze my cheek and the soft spray of sea salt from my seasoned beach chair. The wood worn down and scraped from use and scratches against sand and concrete. I remember a time, back around 93' when I bore my first child that everything seemed so right. We, my wife Heather and myself named him Matthew. It means "Gift of God." This precious child blossomed to becoming a strong and tall well rounded teenager. He was, in our eyes perfect, until his mother died when he was 11. This hit us both. A runaway drunk swerved into the oncoming lane, and when his mother got out of the car, he shot her and then himself. Matt has never been the same since. This probably the biggest reason why he took so many pills. I was there with him in the hospital every time he had an overdose, but his body only last so long before he died last year. 
So Now I sit on the beach twice a week. I remember the beautiful lives lost. This intertwined fate that led to Matt killing himself. Its been hard on me and my brain will never be able to process it all. We sit tonight and breath, each one us, another breath, and another. Take time in life and be respectful to others. Hold a door, say please and thank you. Because you never know when time will hand you another letter saying your wife and son have taken your last breath. Because they hold your breath, and control your life. You do it for undying love and devotion. A hope of a new world! So just remember Forever We Breath.


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Have A Good Night Friends!