Hey, ya'll! So, this is actually my first Boondocks fanfic so... yeah. Haha.

I hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE BOONDOCKS CHARACTERS. BUT, I DO OWN SAMMI WILLIAMS AND HER FAMILY.

Fin


"Blindfolds"

:(Huey):

There's a time in every human being's life that something changes. It doesn't always happen to where it's noticeable or out-there, but it always happens. It can linger through your life, the change, and finally hit you smack in your unconsciously over-powering mind and throw you back into realization. Usually, the change helps a person realize wrong so that wrong can be changed. And, sometimes, this realization does help. But, sometimes, you're just too little too late and there ain't nothing you can do about it. Or maybe it just isn't helpful at all. Most people in the world today are oblivious to the various changes surrounding them. Majority of those people are, in fact, white. Think about it.

I suppose you could say that I, myself, am gifted with this realization and knowledge of change, but honestly no one is. Not even Einstein or Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. himself. Change and realization comes hand-in-hand. So no one ever really knows what's going on or make predictions.

We walk around blindfolded almost all our lives, some of us even pretending that our blindfolds slip a bit so we can give false hope to not only those around us, but to ourselves. But even if we're blindfolded, that doesn't mean we don't know where we're headed. You're probably asking yourself, "How can we see where we are if we're blindfolded?" Well, it's simple. If you put a man in his own room and ask him to find his bed, he knows where it is. If you blindfold him, he'll still know where it is. Why? Because the man knows his own room. Life is like our rooms and we're only unveiled the first few years we enter the world. That's how we get to know the room. We organize the room ourselves and put in new things every now and then. Therefore, when we're eventually blindfolded, we can still find our way around the room. But the purpose of the blindfold is this: in life, we can only control our own thoughts and actions. No one's but our own.

Every action has a reaction, which sets off the ripple effect of change. Now, if our life is our room, then the whole world is just one big house. If one person moves something from it's proper place or even adds something else, everyone is struck into a state of panic and confusion. That is change. But it's not always bad, like I said, we can actually benefit from change. But you'll still never know it's coming.

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"Aye, aye! Huey! Look!" a small African-American boy with a sly grin and olive eyes pointed excitedly across the street with his dark, russet cornrows flailing about him as he moved. He was pulling on his big brother's sleeve, much to his annoyance. "What, Riley?" the boy with a big, deep auburn afro and piercing wine eyes replied coolly. "Look!" Riley persisted. Huey lifted his gaze to the house surrounded with moving vans and various colors of workers and said nothing. "Who you think movin' in there? Ain't no body seen 'em yet an' is' been a week since they bought tha' house! All there been is workers! Ooh, Huey! They must be vampires!" Riley babbled with his widening grin of childish imagination. Huey diverted his gaze to his younger brother and furrowed his eyebrows, "Riley, vampires don't exist. Out of anything, they'll just be some more ignorant, rich white people busy counting their money in the living room. Now, c'mon! We gotta get home!" He drug Riley away, who yelped out, and Huey thought nothing of the house or it's new inhabitants.

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"BOYS!" Granddad's bellowing call echoed throughout the entire house. "Damn, Granddad! We right here!" Riley snapped as he dramatically held his hands over his ears. Huey just raised an eyebrow and looked at Granddad. "Now, we got a guest coming over today to play wit ya'll. So you boys better behave or I'll whip you both so hard you be wishin' you was a slave out pickin' cotton," Granddad rasped threateningly. Only brief seconds after he had spoke, the doorbell rang and Granddad perked up with a smile, "COOOOMIIIING!" The boys just looked at each other and said nothing. "Ah, well hello there!" they heard Granddad greet. A rough, rapid voice much like that of a snake was heard in reply, "Yeah, hi. So, I'll be back sometime around dinner. I'll call if there is a change in plans. Here are a list of allergies and my contact number in case something happens."

"Psh, she sound nice," Riley commented under his breath as the boys headed to the door in curiosity. Upon seeing them in the corner of his eye, Granddad introduced them, "Boys, this is Mrs. Noriko Williams and Sammi, her—"

"Yes, yes. I see you're grandchildren. How very nice," the snake-like woman rushed. They looked up at Granddad's smiling face and then over at the woman outside. She had extremely pale skin and jet-black hair that was tied back neatly into a bun. Her face was very intimidating with her blank, emotionless slits of ebony eyes that much resembled Huey's. "Damn, nigga, looks like you ain't the only one on the block no more with a– OW!" Granddad kicked Riley before the rest of the sentence could be finished. As Riley rubbed his arm and grimaced, he noticed a small figure cloaked in a large black jacket with the white fur hood over its head and baggy jeans. For a moment, he thought it was a doll until it shuffled lightly to lower its head. Riley leaned over to Huey with his hand cupped over his mouth to whisper, "Yo, who dat?" The figure also caught Huey's attention. After some more of Granddad's attempt to small talk Mrs. Williams, the small figure was urged into the house and the door was shut.

"Guess Woodcrest got some asian niggas movin' in now," Riley commented with his arms crossed. "Boys, this here is Sammi." Granddad gestured to the small figure hidden in the hood of his jacket, "Play nice." Riley uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips, "Play nice? Nigga, you scared of his momma?" His eyebrow rose and his smirk inched onto his face. Granddad glared down at him and pointed a finger at him warningly, "Now, boy, I told you not to use the N word up in my house! And I ain't scared of no woman! Now go beat it! All o'ya! Don't come botherin' me!" Granddad then turned to Sammi, smiled, and walked out of the room. Riley "hmph"-ed and turned to Sammi. "So," Riley started slowly, "You asian?" The hooded figure nodded quietly. "Why ain't you talked yet, nigga? And what's wit the Eskimo coat? It ain't even cold! Where you from? Cambodia? Ya'll don't talk to a nigga in Cambodia?" Riley snapped with his eyebrow raised. "Riley, shut your dumb ass up," Huey commented with a cold gaze. "What I do?!" Riley asked in defensive mode, "Why you always hatin', Huey?! I ain't done NOTHIN'! JUST ASKIN' A QUESTION!" Huey glared at him and started for the living room with Riley's eyes trailing him. He then turned back to Sammi, "You like PlayStation?" Sammi paused and slowly nodded. Riley grinned, "Then let's see yo' game, son!"

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"AH! NIGGA, YOU CHEATIN'!" Riley bellowed out angrily. Huey was sitting on the couch reading his newspaper when he replied coldly, "Have you ever stopped to think that maybe she's just better than you, Riley?" Riley was concentrated on the game now, his eyes glued to the screen and his tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth. Sammi was sitting beside him a few feet away quiet calm except for the rapid finger movements on the controller. "STOP CHEATIN'!" Riley yelled out again when the screen spread out the bold print of YOU LOSE to his face. He scowled and turned to Sammi, "AYE! Why you cheat?! You could get shot on tha streets for cheatin' like that!" The dark hooded Sammi sat there quietly and just gazed at him. Riley growled angrily and shot up, "AND WHY YOU STILL AIN'T SAID NOTHIN'?!" It was then that Huey lowered the paper from his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Sammi continued to sit there in silence. Riley blinked and crossed his arms, "Hmph. Whateva'." It seemed that silence had in return silenced Riley.

And that was when Granddad decided to walk in, "I'm 'bout to make a call and I don't want ya'll eves-dropping. Get." Riley and Huey looked over at him curiously. "What for?" Huey asked blinking. "Boy, just do what I told you! This is a personal call! Go outside or somethin'!" Granddad demanded harshly. "Ooh, Granddad! You doin' phone datin' now?! I told you all hoes is the same! Internet or phone!" Riley commented cockily. "Boy, don't MAKE me get out my belt! Now GET! And don't bother me neither!" Despite Riley's soft sniggering; they marched quietly up the stairs and into Riley and Huey's bedroom. As soon as they entered the door, Sammi noticed that the first bed was surrounded with junk and trash while the second was completely clean. It was amazing how two brothers could be so different. "Man, what kinda phone call Granddad makin' to kick us out like that? He actin' like he some secret agent nigga," Riley stated with his eyebrows furrowed, "and now we stuck in this borin' ass room!" Huey immediately picked up a book from his bedside and sat down to read it, "Well, you do have a habit of budding into his conversations. Besides, you can find something to do." Riley grunted and opened up their closet. Underneath the hood, Sammi's eyes widened when racks of guns and other weapons, as well as jugs of BBs, were presented stacked in the back of the closet. Almost instantly, Sammi snuck over and picked up one of the guns. Riley looked over and grinned, "You like guns?" Sammi nodded in awe and caressed the K9 as if it were godly. Riley picked out one for himself to use and headed towards the window, "I think I jus' found somethin' to do." Huey ignored them and continued reading as Riley motioned for Sammi to come to the window. Sammi knew this game and instantly target the nearest white woman on the street. The BB hit the woman right on the behind and they cackled wickedly as the woman yelped in pain. "Ooh! Ooh! She lookin' this way! Duck!" Riley nudged Sammi's ribs and they managed to duck below the window only seconds before the woman's eyes reached them.

A few minutes went by with them playing this game until they finally got bored again due to the lack of people on the streets. Riley slumped down against the wall, "You know, you pretty coo' fo' a homie that don't talk." Under the hood, Sammi smiled and then punched Riley softly in the arm as a sign of newfound friendship. "Yeah, whateva', nigga," Riley replied. Then, Sammi decided to play a new game. Riley grinned deviously as Sammi aimed the K9 square between his eyes, "Oh, so that's how it gonna be? Aight, nigga!" He slapped the gun away from Sammi and pulled his own from his pants, "C'mon, bitch!" At first, it started off as a friendly brawl, but when Riley realized he was loosing, things got a bit uglier. Huey even had to get into it to calm them down. Eventually, the only one left with a gun was Huey while Sammi and a very bruised and beaten Riley were separated and sat down on opposite sides of the room. Riley "hmph"-ed at Sammi and Sammi just sat glowering gloomily at Riley. "You all calm now?" Huey asked with his gun over his shoulder. The room was silent. "Lil' bitch," Riley rasped under his breath. But Sammi heard him and stood up instantly. To both Huey and Riley's surprise, a voice erupted from the hood and seconds later the hood was thrown back altogether. "Nigga, you just mad 'cause I BEAT your ass in PlayStation AND just now with them damn guns!" barked out Sammi. "Yo-you a…" Riley began as he shakily pointed at her, "…yo-youse a HOE!" Sammi's eyebrow twitched and her big, aqua eyes glinted with anger. Yes, Sammi was female. But hadn't it been obvious before? Her black hair was braided at each end of her face and the entireties of her hair, except two wisps that hung over her eyes, were pulled back into a small, somewhat nappy, afro puff. Her skin color was a gleaming light bronze only a few shades lighter than that of Huey's or Riley's. She scowled as they stared at her, "I AIN'T NO HOE! But I AM a GIRL, you dumb ass! And I don't take lightly to your bullshit and disrespect!" Silence. "But… yo' name is…" Riley replied stupidly, "… a boy's name…." Sammi bent down to his level and glared straight into his eyes, "It's a unisex name and I spell it S-A-DOUBLE M-I, you ignorant nigga!"

Then she smiled and sat down in front of him, "But I'll forgive you this time since you're pretty coo'." Huey sweat dropped and shook his head. Riley grinned awkwardly and shrugged, "Aye, well. That's how Esco do." Sammi cocked her head in curiosity, "Esco?" Huey then began to find this quiet uninteresting, so he stood up to return to his former reading. "That's what my niggas be callin' me on the streets. Riley Escobar aka Young Reezy aka HR Paper Stacks aka Horse Choker aka Philsbury Dough Boy aka Luis Rich. That's alllll me!" Sammi crinkled her lightly freckled nose and let out a small laugh. "What's so funny?" Riley demanded with his olive eyes slanted at her. She laughed again, "Nothin', nothin'. But how'd you get so many street names? You the same age as me, eight! And I ain't even… who gave you those names? They sound like you made 'em up yo' damn self!" Riley "hmphed"-ed at her and turned his face up in a snotty way. "Aw, I'm just playin'! Don't cry!" Sammi teased as she gently poked his cheek. Riley shoved her hand away, "UHG, NIGGA! Don't TOUCH me with yo' HOE STDs!" To Riley, cooties were the childish way of naming STDs. How he even knew the letters S, T, and D put together was a mystery, but Huey decided to show him a video to explain it. Riley was traumatized.

Sammi scoffed, "I ain't no hoe, nigga! So don't call me that! And a beatin' takes a ganga touchin' so even if I DID have the HOE STDs, yo' ass woulda ALREADY gotten 'em!" To this she purposely gave Riley a big hug. "UHG! BITCH, BACK UP!" Riley protested as he shoved her off and she tumbled to the floor laughing. After a few moments, she laid herself down on the floor and looked up at the ceiling quietly. "Aye," Riley began as he looked down at her, "Youse asian, right?" Sammi's aqua eyes diverted to him, "Yeah, and black."

"So, you a Chinegro?"

"I prefer Blasian or Negai."

"Negai?"

"Yeah. You know. Nigga-Thai… even though I'm only a quarter Thai and then the rest is Japanese and Black."

"Thai?"

"Yeah, we moved here from Thailand."

"Where's that?"

"A hot place in Asia."

"Oh, so its somewhere near Afghanistan and Cambodia then, right?"

"…"

"What?"

"… nigga, are you stupid? Afghanistan and Cambodia ain't NO WHERE close!"

"Well, how the hell am I s'pposed to know?! They both hot!"

"Nigga… you stupid."

Then it hit Riley like a ton of bricks and he rewound their conversation, "Wait... you JUST moved here?" Sammi nodded and closed her eyes as she lay against the floor comfortably. "Down the street?" Another nod. Riley paused and then looked over at Huey, "She don't look like no white hoe busy countin' her money in her livin' room!" Huey looked back over to him and replied coolly, "Well, she isn't a vampire either." Sammi opened one eye curiously, "Vampire? I understand the ignorant white woman part, but vampire?" She laughed and shook her head at him while closing her eyes once more, "Silly boy." Riley switched his eyes back on her, "AYE! I was jus'… STOP LAUGHIN'!" After a slight pause, Riley finally asked, "So why you wearin' them snow clothes in the middle of summer?" Sammi opened both her eyes and looked at him in shock, "It's summer here?! It's straight up cold!" Riley was taken aback, "COLD?! Nigga, you cold?!" Sammi nodded sharply and bundled herself up in her jacket, "Thailand is MUCH hotter and nicer this time of year." Riley snorted, "Damn, ya'll musta lived up in a damn oven." Sammi shrugged, "Wasn't no oven to me. It was paradise."

There were a few minutes of silence and Huey looked over his book at them a bit disturbed at the silence. "Aye," Riley started softly. Sammi nodded questionably. "Why didn't you tell us you was a hoe?" Riley asked her finally with an eyebrow raised. Sammi sat up instantly, "Excuse me? HOE? What hoe? ME?" She had a very wicked air about her now and Huey shook his head. "Well, that's what you is. Just anotha hoe like every otha hoe in tha world," Riley replied unaware of her disgust. Sammi glared at him long and hard and Riley finally sensed her negativity. "I AIN'T no hoe. I told you that," she replied icily, "and it ain't MY fault you can't tell male from female. Your brother knew." Riley spun around to glare at Huey, "You knew this hoe was a hoe?! And you didn't tell me?!" Huey just lifted an eyebrow, "You didn't hear the "she" or "her" that me and Granddad were sayin' when we talked about her?" Riley "hmph"-ed and spun back around to face Sammi, who was staring intently at him in anger. "Oh, damn," Riley stated as he stared into her blazing aqua eyes, "you remindin' me of that killa kung-fu wolf bitch." That was when she moved only inches away from his face, "I AIN'T NO HOE. This is the LAST TIME I'm sayin' it." Riley furrowed his eyebrows together and pushed her away, "Man, back outta my face! You see, that's why us gangstas don't reco'nize ourselves wit you bi—"

WACK!

Riley's head was spinning around in a daze and Sammi triumphantly punched her hand. "What I tell you about callin' me a hoe?" she spat out as her aqua eyes pierced down at him. Riley grimaced and sat up, rubbing his head. She sucker punched him good. "OW! I WAS GONNA SAY 'BITCHES' THAT TIME! HUEY! YOU SEE THAT!?" he cried out. Huey looked over at him and then at Sammi; "Nope," then he returned back to his book. "Wha-What you mean 'nope'?!" Riley whined, "WHERE'S THE LOVE, HUEY?!" Huey just ignored him.

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"I'm sorry my mother hasn't come to get me yet," Sammi said as she poked the meat on her plate with her fork. "Now, don't you worry, little girl," Granddad assured her, "wasn't no bother." Sammi smiled as she chewed on the meat happily. Riley was right besides her gobbling down his entire plate in seconds. Sammi just stared at him in disbelief and a small shiver of disgust. Upon noticing her gaze on him, Riley sat up and looked right back at her, "WHAT?!" Sammi scowled and kicked him under the table. Riley yelped in pain and looked over at Granddad who didn't seem to notice. Sammi sniggered and placed another strip of meat in her mouth. "… Lil' bitch," Riley whispered towards her and Granddad snapped up. "What you say, boy?!" he rasped out angrily, "ain't no cussin' in my house! Especially towards no little girl! I oughtta whip you right now!" Riley grimaced and got ready to block Granddad's belt, but Sammi saved him by saying innocently, "Oh, no. He said 'a little bit.' We were talking about his appetite. I asked him if he was hungry and he said, 'a little bit.' What did you think he said, Mr. Freeman? Are we not allowed to talk at meal-time?" Almost instantly, Granddad believed her lie solely because she was an "innocent" little girl. "No, no. That's fine," Granddad replied with a smile. Riley looked over at her with his mouth shaped into a little "o" and she raised her eyebrow. "What, nigga?" she whisper over to him after Granddad turned his head. He nodded at her and she nodded back in reply before returning to her meal.

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DING-DONG!

Sammi looked up from helping Huey with the dishes and raised an eyebrow. "Looks like it's time for you to go, little baby doll," Granddad told Sammi as they all walked down to the door, "I sure hope you can come again. And next time you ain't gotta help clean." Sammi smiled at him and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Freeman. It was a great pleasure spending this time in your lovely home. And I figure all I could do in return was clean up after myself." Riley snorted and Huey elbowed him in the ribs out of annoyance. "Aw, well, thank you," Granddad replied with a smile of his own as he opened the door. Sammi nodded and briskly walked out the door to her impatient mother. Before closing it, Riley peeped his head out and waited for Mrs. Williams to get into the car before he yelled, "AYE!" Sammi stopped in her tracks just before she opened the car door and turned to him, "WHAT?" Riley noticed her eyebrow twitch. She was still decently annoyed with him. "DON'T CHEAT NEXT TIME!" Riley was relieved when she grinned at him and he grinned back. "GET SOME GAME AND YOU WON'T LOSE!" she answered as she swung open the car door.

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"Hey, Riley! Baby boy!" a high-pitched voice called to him. It was obviously the little white girl with the attitude of a wannabe-black girl and long blonde braids, Cindy, "Come play some B-Ball with us!" Basketball was one of Cindy's strongest points and because her and Riley both loved the game, that was why they had a friendship. "Yeah, little HR Paper Stacks! Come play!" another, more raspy yet gentle voice called out. Riley turned to the voice that sounded so familiar to see Sammi sticking her tongue out and waving at him. "Aight. You bitches wanna piece of Esco?" Riley smugly walked across the street to them and grabbed the ball from Sammi, "Didn't know you played, Iceey." Sammi laughed, "Iceey?" Riley began to dribble the ball between his legs and grinned, "Since you act so cold all tha time. I mean, you wearin' a black turtleneck in tha summer and playin'! Me against you two?" Cindy put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Sure about that? We'll flatten you out in a beat!" Riley chuckled and continued dribbling. Sammi shook her head and smiled, "No, little man. One-on-one. You and me. Let's make this interesting, aight?" Riley raised an eyebrow, "I'm listenin', nigga." Sammi smiled and nodded for Cindy to just watch the game "One shot. I win and you stop calling girls hoes unless you can tell straight up that they hoes." Riley's dribbled slowed slightly from his curiosity, "And if I win?" Sammi's smile widened, "Then I'll give you my Xbox. Controllers, games, and all." Riley grinned cockily, "Aight, deal!" He believed it was a bet he couldn't lose. "You gotta pinky-promise me," Sammi added as she squinted her eyes at him, "I want your word." Riley stood up and held the ball in his arms to stare at her. "Pinky-promise? Nigga, ain't no gangstas doin' pinky-promises." Sammi placed her hands on her hips, "Aight, fine. Promise?" Riley shrugged, "Yeah, sure." Sammi held out her hand and Riley grasped it firmly. "You better not blow this off," Sammi rasped as they did a sequence of a custom handshake. "I ain't no bitch!" Riley snapped in defense as he began to dribble once again.

Before Riley could make another move, Sammi snatched up the ball and orbited right around his body. Riley had to perform a double take and chased after her down the court. "Where your GAME, Riley?!" Sammi shouted out as he attempted to retrieve the ball from behind her. But he just couldn't lay a hand on it. The ball was all around Riley: front, back, orbiting, high, low, and… "SCORE!" Sammi shouted and she pounded her fists into the air proudly. "Yeah! That's how it is!" Cindy yelled out as she high-fived Sammi. Sammi laughed and yelled out, "Ain't NO bitches or hoes or even PIMPS gon' get in MY way" Riley "hmph"-ed and crossed his arms, "I was goin' easy on you since you a girl!" Cindy and Sammi looked at each other and Sammi crinkled her nose just before they burst out into laughter. "HEY! WHAT CHU LAUGHIN' AT?!" Riley demanded as he stamped his foot and the red flushed into his face. The girls began to walk passed him and Riley's eyebrow twitched, "HEY!" Sammi pet his head softly and chuckled, "Wanna come inside, Mista Escobar? We got juice boxes." She gestured over to her house and smiled. Riley turned up his head snottily, "I can't drink from no juice box! Ain't no gangstas drinkin' from juice boxes!" Sammi laughed again, "Aight. But if you change your mind…" Her and Cindy began their walk into the door but Riley stopped them. "Aye!" he asked as if trying to not be heard by some specific person, "What kinda juice?" Sammi looked over at Cindy and they both laughed. "Fruit Punch," Sammi replied between laughter. Riley automatically dropped the ball and ran over to them, "Nigga, why didn't you say so?" Sammi opened the door and rose an eyebrow at him as he and Cindy passed through, "I thought gangstas don't drink from juice boxes?" Riley put his hands on his hips, "Psht. It ain't no juice box. It's like a square Kool-Aide pouch. Gangstas love Kool-Aide." Sammi laughed once more as she shut the door and pet Riley's hand as she walked passed, "Whateva', nigga. You gonna keep your side of the deal?" Riley snottily raised his head, "Gangstas can't always keep they promises, blood oath or not. Especially not to no h—girls." Sammi smiled, "Aight, little man. Whateva' you say."

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:(Flash-Back: From "Guess Hoe's Coming to Dinner"- Season One):

"Well, I don't see what's the big deal with hoes anyway," Riley started as he picked at his food.

Huey looked over at his little brother and furrowed his eyebrows, "Riley, all women are not hoes. We're talking twenty…twenty-five percent tops."

Riley raised his fork defensively and stated, "Ok, but if they not all hoes then why do I got to pay to take them out to eat, then? I mean I'm paying, that's payment."

"I don't know," Huey replied, unsure himself, "cause that's just what you do. You meet a girl, you take her out to dinner, but you're not paying the girl, your paying the restaurant."

"But I'm payin', which makes her a hoe!" Riley exclaimed as food flailed into the air from the fork in his hand, "Why don't I just give her the money I was gon' spend on dinner and that hoe can go grocery shopping?"

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:(Huey):

It's not very often that stubborn people accept reality for what it really is. Especially if it would tamper with the way they already view things. And considering majority of the population of Earth suffers from chronic, hereditary stubborn-ness, most people are stuck in their own world that they believe makes sense. Because, let's face it, human nature is to make sense out of everything; add a meaning to things created without meaning. And they always believe that their thinking is the right thinking. No one wants to walk the earth unknowing, yet at the same time want to live life unaware of major issues, problems, or obstacles that could get in their way. Not only is man stubborn, but selfish. You want to know it all but without the expense of loss or hard work. If you can know it all and grow in power, wealth, fame, happiness, and peace without lifting so much as a pinky finger, you would. But it's impossible. Which is precisely why we have to live blindfolded. So no one steps out of line to play the all-supreme. It takes compromise to deal with reality and change.

Let's go back to that man. Let's say he's searching for a specific box but the only way for him to get the box is if he sets down his basket. But, if he sets down his basket, someone else will surely take it. Being human, he wants both. But, he only has enough arm room to carry one or the other. He is very content with his basket but still he urges for that one box. So does he set the basket down and reach for the box? Or does he keep his basket and let the box get snatched up by another? Neither. Instead, the box is picked up by a much more determined person in a blindfold and his basket is snatched right out of his hands. Out of his greed he lost himself within himself. And now, he will be forced to face the change and the bitter reality of losing it all.

Life has a way of doing that to you. Either way around the situation, there would be change. No matter what you do, change is always happening. The only thing never changing is the fact that everything is always changing. You just never know what to expect from life. Or even from people at that. Not even the people close to you. Like I said before, everything is always changing. And even though you know that for a fact, you still won't be able to see it coming.


So, that wasn't so horrible, I guess. I let a couple of my buddies read Huey's little italicized speeches and they were blown away by that... unless they were lying to me... T.T

Anyways, I hope it turned out good and you guys liked it and were able to understand it.

I've got a bomb idea for the next little story, but I won't post unless I think people like my little style/plot/line-thing... pretty much I won't post unless I feel someone is actually going to read what spent me time to make. I hate working if I feel it's not being read.

Haha. So I guess that was my rant. Taa-taa!

Fin