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The next morning, I rekindle the fire and cook myself some oatmeal, kinda getting tired of that shit, and I wish I could stop burning the bagels I try and toast. 'Face it, kid, you just don't have your daddy's culinary skills' I think while eating another burnt bagel. Yuck. But, it's food. At least I wasn't woke up by nightmares this morning. I roll up my tent and get back on my bike, taking off on the tiny road through the woods.
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After riding an hour, I came upon another small town, this time it has guards posted at the entrance. Hopefully, they will give me little guff. I could kick their asses, my Godfather, Bling, taught me a lot about how to protect myself. And I thank him every day because of it. My mom wanted to teach me early on how to fight, but dad wouldn't let her, I guess he didn't want me to be too much like her. Sorry, daddy. I approached the guard who looked like he was in charge. I stopped my bike, but didn't turn it off, so he had to yell over the engine. He asked me where I was going and how long I was planning on staying. I not so politely said hi I was just passing through, then I gave him a 'leave me alone or I'll kick your ass' look. He let me by. Dumbass. It took me all of twenty minutes to drive through the town, and just outside I headed somewhat North towards Washington State and home.
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Every once in a while, I have to write letters home, one to my mom's best friend Original Cindy, and one to my God father, Bling. I wrote my childhood best friend, Rory, once. Because I didn't tell him I was leaving. I don't write letters to anyone else I knew in school because during my last few years, I didn't have any friends. As for my parents, I don't write them, either. I can't. They died the day of my sixteenth birthday.
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The next morning, I rekindle the fire and cook myself some oatmeal, kinda getting tired of that shit, and I wish I could stop burning the bagels I try and toast. 'Face it, kid, you just don't have your daddy's culinary skills' I think while eating another burnt bagel. Yuck. But, it's food. At least I wasn't woke up by nightmares this morning. I roll up my tent and get back on my bike, taking off on the tiny road through the woods.
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After riding an hour, I came upon another small town, this time it has guards posted at the entrance. Hopefully, they will give me little guff. I could kick their asses, my Godfather, Bling, taught me a lot about how to protect myself. And I thank him every day because of it. My mom wanted to teach me early on how to fight, but dad wouldn't let her, I guess he didn't want me to be too much like her. Sorry, daddy. I approached the guard who looked like he was in charge. I stopped my bike, but didn't turn it off, so he had to yell over the engine. He asked me where I was going and how long I was planning on staying. I not so politely said hi I was just passing through, then I gave him a 'leave me alone or I'll kick your ass' look. He let me by. Dumbass. It took me all of twenty minutes to drive through the town, and just outside I headed somewhat North towards Washington State and home.
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Every once in a while, I have to write letters home, one to my mom's best friend Original Cindy, and one to my God father, Bling. I wrote my childhood best friend, Rory, once. Because I didn't tell him I was leaving. I don't write letters to anyone else I knew in school because during my last few years, I didn't have any friends. As for my parents, I don't write them, either. I can't. They died the day of my sixteenth birthday.
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