you were taken from us. Not only has it broken us down, but it has made us stronger. We have realized that it is always five o'clock in heaven...and every day, I thank god for saving you, because he saved me too. <3. Rest in peace Jerry Morgan; gone but never forgotten.

​Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.

One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.

Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.

One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.

Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.

One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.

On Wednesday I  was on the train with perry when we started to talk about old school pictures. Like middle school or grade school. So we had the most hilarious pictures that ever happened to us.One of the pictures i remember was when i was about like 8 or 7 and my mom had left for work early. My dad had to do my hair for me and i put on this really bright pink sweater. turns out it was picture day and i took my picture smiling like usual not aware or caring what i looked like at the time. Looking back on it now i laugh at the picture because i look so ridiculous and i complain to my mom sometimes saying" Why did you let him do that too me" and we just laugh more. Old School pictures are hilarious. 

It's funny how life's events and simple conversation affect your daily life. A two minute conversation or a fragment goes a long way as it weaves itself through someones daily routine making it evident as you live. I think about how every second you breath and do simple things those things are your defining moment those things make you who you are. This is sort a stream of consciousness thoughts bundled up together it's surreal. I guess life's surreal shit just gets toi critical.

In the class I student assistant teach the kids are going to do a memoir unit. Today in class Mr. Kay read part of David Sedaris' book Me Talk Pretty One Day. It's a book my other English teacher Mr. Chase lent me to read about a year ago. I really loved it, anyone who has not read it really should. Anyway I got to thinking a lot about memoirs, and how they are really different that a lot of other kinds of nonfiction because it's still very very much a story and can still involve quite a lot of imagination. I was just thinking about how interesting of a type of writing it really is and I was thinking about why and for what reason an author will choose to write about one part of their life over another part. Anyway I started thinking about what I would right about if I was going to write a memoir and a lot of interesting things came to my mind, especially how the beginning would go. I already know what my first line would be if I was going to write a memoir, it would be funny and different and convey personal information right off the bat to get people interested... So, here it is:
I was born on 127 West Wilt Street, only a block away from Hope Street. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I was born a street over, on Hope instead of Wilt.

Hobo. Begging. Ignore. God in disguise.​