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Call me freaky
Call me childish
Call me ishmael

let see, i'm 25 (holy shit i'm 25), caucasian, 6'2", like long walks on the bea....no, I'm into flight, physics, scifi, music (mostly alt/classic rock) and the rest'll be in the interests box...I'm a sen, fre, sop, ju, erk, holy shit i'm a senior, here at WPI and I lived over a pizza place, now i've moved into an upscale place on a road named Fruit Street..just like the Jeffersons. gradumicated with degrees in rocket science and english, working for a defense subcontractor in 'Jersey an aerospace connector company on the north shore while living in boston going to grad school in hoboken while living with pantea in clifton, and generally wondering what the hell comes next.. Made me a livejournal so that "I rant because I can"...thats the story so far I guess



Eddie Valiant: Do you mean to tell me you could have taken your hand out of that cuff at any time?!
Roger Rabbit: Oh no, not any time! Only when it was funny.

for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters

"What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good."
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"There was never an apple that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it."
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"Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else."
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Ray Brower's body was found. But neither our gang nor their gang got the credit. In the end we decided that an anonymous phone-call was the best thing to do. We headed home. And although many thoughts raced through our minds, we barely spoke. We walked through the night and made it back to Castle Rock a little past five o'clock on Sunday morning, the day before Labor Day. We'd only been gone two days. But somehow the town seemed different. Smaller.
As time went on we saw less and less of Teddy and Vern until eventually they became just two more faces in the halls. |That happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant.| I heard that Vern got married out of High-school, had four kids and is now the forklift operator at the Arsenal Lumberyard. Teddy tried several times to get into the Army, but his eyes and his ear kept him out. The last I heard, he'd spent some time in jail. He was now doing odd jobs around Castle Rock.
Chris did get out. He enrolled in the College-courses with me. And although it was hard, he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to College and eventually became a lawyer. Last week he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Chris, who would always make the best peace, tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly. Although I haven't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever. I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anybody?

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why,
into why not,
into what else you got?

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