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Monday, March 1, 2004


   Lesson
Here in my friend's Xanga, I found this. Indeed, it's a lesson.

Never follow the black man. I went running in the hills on Tuesday with Quentin the Asian homie, Shea the Mexican guy, and Rey the black man. Well as we made our way through the hills, past the aquaduct, and neared the end of our run, we reached a downhill trail. Now usually when I use this trail, I take the trail. But as I was running down, I was following Rey, the black man. Well he decided to take a detour, and instead of going right, he went left. I followed him, hoping the left trail would be a shorter and easier way to the bottom. So I follow him into the left, and lost him. He had run faster than me, and with all the confusion, I ended up stranded in a bunch of pokey plants. So there I was, surrounded by very pokey plants and... wearing shorts. Augh! Ouch! Gahh! Were the sounds I made when I waded in the sea of thorns. In the end, my legs had a billion cuts, I had a deep cut in the palm of my left hand, and I felt really messed up.
Lesson: Never follow the black man.

Yep, It's lesson, To NEVER follow some1 that u're not sure of that he'll take u to the right place.

Note: There is no Racism in this story. It's just wat happened to him. My friend is a nice guy and he's very fnny, fools around too much though. Plus it's his fault for following him, If you're offended, pls tell me so...

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