Adrian's Girls_Mat and Ben_Quasi Emo_Rainy Season
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Adrian's Girls
Amy was the earliest to show up for her shift, per usual, but unusually she saw a white piece of paper taped to the restaurant’s front door. Something about the paper put her off, and rightfully so, for when she snatched the page off the door, it read, ‘Restaurant permanently closed until further notice by the Internal Revenue Service.’ Then, on the bottom, a phone number, an address, and an official-looking government seal.“You have got to be kidding me,” Amy said with a scoff, turning the page over in her hands as if it would reveal a hidden clue.“What’s that?” Asked Barb, coming up the walk...
Mat and Ben
The sea can unleash turbulent waters, but deep down his heart lives. It is only necessary to know how to reach it.Mateo was born in California, a man in his late twenties. He worked as a bricklayer, so he was never short of jobs in a city like New York, a metropolis where new skyscrapers are always under constant construction. It was very difficult for him to achieve anything else with the little education he had, but he enjoyed his job. His salary was enough to pay for a daily meal and the rent that he shared with two roommates. He had no family or children, which gave him a great economic ad...
Quasi Emo
Quasi EmoLet me tell you about an exciting place. A place where you can go if you newww.onedoor.cced to cry or scream or do anything else you need to get your negative emotions out without fear of judgment or someone telling you that you are wrong for being you and feeling the way that you feel.A thought is a thought. A feeling is a feeling. There's nothing wrong with feeling a certain way or thinking a certain way. As long as nobody gets hurt or killed by what you do to express yourself, you are fine.I have created a sanctuary to unleash my chaotic emotions. It is a place of work. Strong emotions can take ...
Rainy Season
The warm months were good. We was out on the streets all day on the lookout for some cigarette and cigar butts that folks didn’t finish smokin’ and was throwin’em to the street like that. Out of those we’d pull out all the tobacco that was in there, roll it right back up with bleached newspaper shreds and sell them to strangers for a cent or two. Mixin’ the tobacco up with some dry weed meant we was able to use less of it and the folks didn’t even notice anythin’. White man’s foot all dried up tasted like nuthin’ for the folks that was smokin’ it but they could still taste the tobacco that was...