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Guess whos back back back, back again gain gain. I am back back back go tell a friend. Yooooo. Man I have not written anything. Atleast anything worth reading in a longggggggggg time. I do apologize for my lack of effort. Life truly gets in the way of everything!!

To tell you this isn't true.. well it would be a lie. Roughly seven years ago I broke the first bone I ever broke in my body. It all satrted one weekend my uncle came up to my grandparents place in Gunstock New Hampshire. So he bring up his mini bike.. pocket bike some call it. I call it the demonized toy from the depths of a firey pit, but besides the point, he bring it up and this time im not the 6'5" behometh I am now and actually fit on the thing. Not even kidding ten seconds after he takes it out he hops on to ride up the hill to the little culdacec at the top and then circle around and come back. Jokingly as a high-spirited excited to see his uncle twelve year old I chase him (with no hope of ever catching him) about halfway up the hill. He starts to come back down the hill but like right behind me maybe fifteen feet or so. Once again being the stupid twelve year old I was, I ran over to the other side of the road, ofcourse wonderfully timed as he did the same so he wouldn't hit me. This led to him yes, hitting me. Less of a hit and more of a run over the back of my left foot breaking the third metatarsul bone in my left foot. For those of you that dont know, its the middle toe, like the first bone inside the foot where the toe ends and badly spraining my ankle and brusing another bone.

At the time of the hit, none of the information I just told you was known. I instantly tried to stand up and did fine, for about thrity milliseconds then fell back down and cue the waterworks. My dad came running out cause he does acutally love me popular to contrary belief and he carries me inside. I sit on the couch and mow down some much needed doritos watching spongebob, remember I was twelve at the time so that entertained me... yes yes it still does now. The pain wasn't aleviating and after hopping on one foot to pee I was going to have to go to the *gulp* hospital. It was the most seemless hospital experience ever. They just took some x-rays, gave me some crutches, a BUTLOAD of ace bandage to keep it tight and told me to visit an orthopedic place to get it casted it up and such.

This began my long road to recovery. I thought it couldnt get any worse but surely, it did. Ironically during one of my visits to the orthopedic place they had a fire alarm go off and I hobbled out of the building with crutches, it was all very comedic. The worst part by far though was when the set the bone. They stuck me in this room with one of those beds that are slightly classier than your basic doctor has. It had a little bit of cushion to it thank god. They put me on this bed and in and all around the broken bone they injected seven maybe eight shots of novicaine. Oh, but it gets worse. They proceed to grab the broken toe and hold my entire leg in the hair for ten minutes to get the bone to pull out. I was forced into tears from the pain I was going through. It was by and far the worst I've ever experienced in my life. In the end though everything healed fine and now peculiarly enough my left foot is bigger than my right go figure. Anyways thats my long story about my first and only broken bone.

Hope you enjoyed and yeah I'll get back into my sappy love writing soon enough. I've actually done quite a bit of handwriting so I'll type of that and anyone who still reads or happens to fall upon this can read. Have a good day everybody. NIGHT!

been awhile

so it's been awhile since I've been around but I got some stuff backed so expect lots in the near future

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Have You Ever?

Ever felt lonely in a group of people,
I have.
Ever wanna run away from everything,
I have.
Ever get lost in the middle of Manhattan,
I have.

What about you?

-Ben

Elevator of Life

Life sometimes like to knock at your door with a little rat-a-tat-tat just to make sure your still there, maybe it just trips you up or slams the door open in your face. Sometimes you make a small mistake, sometimes its big. But like a rollercoaster (or an elevator for that matter) life goes up and down and up and down. Very very few times in life does it drop from the top story out of control with no rhyme or reason. But sure enough that does happen. Thankfully roller coasters are designed to do that, unfortunately elevators just kill you, but we're not discussing life ending mistakes. Thats more like getting attacked by a falcon in flight. Just avoid it and don't kill yourself.

So elevators. Do you normally start on the Eleventh floor? Well, no, atleast in my experience no. I suppose if you helicoptered onto a roof you could essentially start on the Eleventh floor, but hey if you can afford a helicopter your probably not making too many mistakes. Anyways, normal people start on the bottom floor of life, some sadly start in the basement or underground garage, some don't even make it inside to get the elevator, so consider yourslef lucky to be in this journey we call the elevator of life. You slowly progress to the 2nd floor, then the 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on and so forth. Life has its troubles sometimes you drop from 5 to 3. sometimes back to 2, but usually the avoidance of the 1st floor is possible. Not always easy but managable. So as you go through life think about this. You started with nothing, you were a homeless, emotionless, very wet and disgusting baby. You were nurtured, you grew, and you got the elevator. So no matter how bad life gets, you can never do worse than being back where you started.

Ok so this was totally going in another direction, but I'm not quite sure what that was, so enjoy what is there for now!

More stuff to come, PLUS the exciting alternate (original, recently found, ending to "Decisions" I like the old one WAYYY better, with a few edits ofcourse)

So look around and leave comments, concerns, questions about my heritage. All taken and appreciated.

-Ben

Sunset

You can hear the waves crashing in the distance. The quiet and all of the sudden loud as it bounces of the rock hundreds off feet below. As dusk hits your just sitting there right on the edge with your legs dangling. The thoughts of the girl you love being sick and refusing to let you stay to take care of her roam through your head. The solemn bike ride to the top of the mountain was fueled with sadness of not having her with you and the emptiness and void that's just prevalently flowing and mocking you in the air. You ride by two squirrels chasing each other in the woods. While you sit on the edge, the clouds to chase each other to some unknown destination and the waves become intertwined and two become one. Loneliness overwhelms you and climbs into your every pore and every fiber of your being. Just when the right thing seems to be just to fall of the edge, you see it. The brilliant rays of color. The shimmering orange in the clouds The pentrating red like a dancing fire. The yellow still peaking through as the moon chases the sun away. The loneliness turns into joy to be alive and well. The sadness becomes hope and faith in things unknown. Just when the world seems perfect suddenly a stir comes about from the woods behind. Ready to flee you try to hide yourself in the open air to no avail. Suddenly, out of the brush she pops out. Having felt better and knowing where'd you be she came. She sits down on your right and snuggles into your arms. You feel a sense of perfection, the moment and the clarity of the world all right there. The sun sets and slowly the colors fade and darkness embraces you. But to you it doesn't matter, because you have her and to you, well she is nothing short of a beautiful sunset.

Six Flags

Low and behold I am still alive. I appreciate all the concerned emails though (cricket, cricket). So Last monday i went to six flags in Springfield Mass. Town of Agawam to be exact. Now with the exception of the Yankee Cannonball in Canobie Lake Park (a 50 mph wooden death structure they call a rollercoaster) I'd never ridden anything, well big or not wooden. So Six Flags has this thing called Bizarro, previously Superman. Its really stinkin' huge. Exact dimension's could find are a 221 foot drop and reaching a peak of about 77 mph, maybe a little more. The track is pretty long to. They really make the most of the speed.

So now imagine a goofy, tall and petrified of roller coasters seventeen year old boy because he was a wimp and never did them before and you got me. I'm in line quite literally paralyzed with fear trying to joke around but absolutely terrified. Even typing this I can remember that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that literally makes you wanna scream like a school girl and run away. But I manned up and did it. They strap you down so your hands are free. Yes, I said free to move around. even high five your ride buddy. So the ride starts. They begin with this epic battle scene of bizarro fighting superman or some demonized and twisted scenario the god-awful creators of this contraption think it is. Thankfully the ride didn't click, click, click all the way up and suddenly there's a hugh explosion and BOOM! your at the top of the coaster. Your overlooking every other ride, every person, at that exact moment you peak before your 200+ foot drop, you are the skyline. Then suddenly swoosh! you go down, but it doesn't just feel like down because of the craziness of the drop and before the wheels totally catch the track after the peak you are quite literally going more than 90 degrees downwards, or so you think. Then you go down..and down...and down..and just when your about to cry from the sheer g-forces ripping your skin from your body and detaching your brain from your skull and every pulse and breath takes hours not seconds and adrenaline pounds through your body I swear right there you can reach Nirvana. But, you do eventually reach the bottom to guess what? be catapulted up into a second jawdropping drop. The ride then throws you into massive curves, past a device that shoots flames up into your face (not literllay ofcourse) and then into a tunnel of steam just before slamming on the brakes and asking you to come back and do it again. It was the most amazing and exhilarting and terrifying experience of my life that I cannot wait to do again.

So then we went over to the Batman coaster which is much smaller in comparison but it goes upsidedown. And I was almost more nervous for this than Bizarro. So we get in line, go through, yadda yadda yadda. It actually kinda cool the seat is, except they always push your harness in just tight enough that its not comfy. So the conductor, button pushing guy or whatever he's called go BBAAWWOOOP! and off you go to climb again. Now I can only describe the first about 10 seconds of this ride cause its all I process in my brain. But you hit the peak and drop down to just a tough before fwoom you drop into a sweeping left hand bend and downwards into a massive loop. This was my first loop and gosh darn I LOVE GOING UPSIDEDOWN The rest of it is just spins and corskscrews and pure amazingness. . I enjoyed this ride sooooo much more than Bizarro and even went back on it again where I got the front row and had possibly the most fun ever in my life.

We hit up the Mind Eraser after the Batman though and that was just a demonized harness not designed for guys at all. It was pretty fun but not my favorite. All in all it was one of the funnest days in my life. I learned I love rollercoasters and love going upsidedown even more and can't wait to go back. I highly recommend for everyone to atleast try them before you judge them.

Have a Good One!
-Ben