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• 1992-10-20
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• Female
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• the punk streets
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• 2005-06-16
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• im in a band, and do quite alot of sk8ing
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• Sarah

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• im in a band and i sk8 and im am rich yay
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• guitar sk8ing and acting like a horse's ass
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• being an idiot THANK U BAM!!!!!!

myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child-Part 11-Blood, Sex, And Booze (The Elements Of The Streets)
i woke up the next morning, and Tuck was sitting in the window, smoking a cigertatte. anytime he ever wanted 2 think, Tuck usually sat in the window with a cigeratte. it just kept him away from the world, it was his time, his time 2 reflect what needed 2 b dealt with. "such a nasty place" he said as he looked below him. seeing where the street was stained with our blood. he looked over on the block, and saw people coming outta a bar. people being thrown out, and other people outside the door, shooting the breeze. dealing drugs and smoking. then he thought of last night. he couldnt imagine that i slept with his girl. "im in distress, oh mistress i confess......." he sang, as if moking me. i knew that song. Blood, Sex, and Booze, a very disturbing Green Day song. "Tuck, im leaving" i said fermly. "i know" Tuck said "but i........" i started saying, "no, no need 2 explain, i want out 2 Kurt, i really do. but we cant leave. this is where we belong, where we came from. i dont know if we can just leave......" he wasnt excited, or freaking, he was just there. christmas was 4 days away, and it wasnt really exciting at all. nuthing seemed 2 matter anymore. it was like i was just there. what was there left 2 benefit from out here? just like the first thing Tuck said that morning, "such a nasty place" and it was, it was the worst place you could b. i was tired of it all. i really was, and 4 a moment i didnt wanna b Kurt-Cain, i wanted out. "i want out" i said. "what?" Tuck looked over at me. "dont u see Tuck? we deserve better than this, we need out" i said. i walked over 2 the window, and looked down. "whats our purpose?" i asked out loud. "do we have 1?" i asked again, each question, making everything more worthless when than the last. "whats its worth when it is worthless, whats its point when it is pointless." i picked my head up and looked over 2 Tuck, "and what its hope if it is hopeless?" Tuck looked at me puzzled. he didnt really understand what i was saying. and he wondered what was wrong with me. he looked back out the window, then back up at me. "Kurt, pleeze, tell me, what--" he said, "no Tuck, there is no way 2 explain........its all over" i looked back out the window. and put my head down on the ledge, i wasnt sure what i needed 2 do. i knew sure as hell, if i was gonna leave, then every1 would b left, and it would b no more. the whole gang would fall apart, and there would b no more punk gangs on the streets, and no leader. but i thought again, of what i would do, no one under me, and no where 2 go. the world, from what i knew, was very big. and all i had was where i was and who was around me. i had a corse of thoughts in my mind, but was i still the same old Kurt-Cain? did i still have it all? was i not as hardcore in your face kick ass as i used 2 b? i sat, hours, thinking the same thing. and Tuck sat there 2. we sat looking out the window. we thought and spoke no words. there was no way 2 describe what we thought. then it hit me

"THE SUBURBS!!!!"

i yelled. i startled Tuck. "WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL?!?!" he asked. "dont u see Tuck, we need out of the city, we dont belong here. we belong back in the suburbs........" Tuck stared at me. he was confused, i could tell, but he knew he could trust me. "Blood, Sex, and Booze" he said. i knew what he ment. he had adapted that saying, we used it as our key and our guide. it was the elements of the streets, all we knew, all we did. i called the bus station down in the bar. Stan, the manager, was sad 2 c us go. we had been there for so long. "come back soon, we need some of u Kurt-Cain 2 keep us going." people were literally, kissing my Converses, upset 2 c me go. i looked at Tuck, baffled and a bit weirded out, he shrugged, but i just looked back at them and let them do it. i was sorta soaking it all in. i was there for nealry a month and i figured it was time 2 go home. but b4 i did i wrote one last poem. the last poem the city would get from me for a while..........

back 2 New Jersey
gotta go
gotta leave
gotta get outta here
no need
no point 2 stay
no point 2 rome
time 2 go
time 2 go home
we'll meet again
NYC
head 2 head
u and me
so now im going back 2 what ive always known
back 2 my life
like during my broken home

and that evening, around 3:00 me and Tuck went 2 the bus station. on our way up the steps in2 the bus Tuck turned 2 me and said, "are we really gonna do this?" "yeah Tuck, until i can figure this mess out, we're going home" Tuck just cracked a tiny smile. we continued on our way up the steps, and sat down. Tuck said, "i think this is in our favor." i just said back, "yeah, we'll see" and with that the bus pulled off, on its way 2 Fairville, New Jersey." this shitty little town was where i needed 2 go. i needed 2 find myself. so that day, we left NYC, not looking back. and hoping, maybe, just maybe, it would make things better for us.

to be continued
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