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20070627
&? ;? ne 27, 2007
? class="blog? ">So we left the...place, whateve? ? , an? arted walking. We had covered a ? le of miles when? is mentioned offhand? tha? r destination was 16 miles away.
"Pfft," he said. "Just ? picking one up and ? ing the other down. We'll be there in a ? f hours,? ? ."
So we walked. And something wa? shin? along, and the coun? ide was strangely beautiful. These inten? green, wind? t hills under thunde? ? ? ? ? , sometimes ? e little val? filled with flo? , shops and ? es going? ? ? ? ing speed.
Before lon? ? arted to? ? own. "Whoa,"? aid. "Th? asn't on? nty Line the? t time I? ? e." ? as looking
? ist,? is," I hissed. "Are we even on C? y Line Road,? more?"
He looked at m? though ? rised that I even thought of the name. "County Line Road?" he scoffed. "? e's a ca? al going on here!"
God? an>,? ealized.? ? tyle="fo? tyle? alic;">I? e class today. I'm going to ? it ? e ke? alking. I ne? o find a? phone so I can call someone ? ick ? p.
This to? as bigger than I tho? . I'd never seen? thing li? his on C? y Line R To our ? , ac? ? tend, there was a hi? chool wi? ? al large tree-shaded fields, whi? ere fill? ith the ? of the carnival-goers.
Suddenl? e were in Mis charcoal 5-sea? ailBlazer, and C? ? driving. "Okay, good," I said. ? ere going down a? y road, kind of like Ridge Road ? ? hing, an? ? raining. The roadsi? ? ? e blurre? the rain, and it was dark.
It wa? o o'clock. I? ped Mindy and told h? hat I re? , re? needed to go hoHer ? ? rowed. "Why?" I explained that I had class. "What ti? ere you ? osed to ? e your house? class?"? old her ? ually left around 12:30, and it was already 2:00. She got an "uh-oh"? ? ion on her face and bit her lower lip. Then she ? gged and said, "C'mon. Be bad for ony. I? ure you can affo? o miss a class here and ? e!"
I fel? tremely ? perated for a mo? , th? hat she said sank in? pan style="font-style: italic;">Why not,? an> I thought.
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20070626
June 26, 2007
Gary is this big, ? ? hite-tra? chmendrik who lives acro? ? treet with his equal? hite-trash family. They ? e IROC-Zs wi? ? ic-b? ws, smoke like chimneys, and? ? Quizno'? McDonald's. None of the? e th? ? est ? le on Earth, really.
Whic? ? ? ? ? ? ? o return hom? om a? y interesting comic book shop last n? ? ? mom and? cover several small fire? rning in my front yard, ? umab? ? esult of embers thrown off by a ? of fire? ? y ha? g in? fro? ard, illegally, right ne? o the road, and ? he middle of a drought. Literall? ery ? ing thing wa? ? as tinder, and ? ? ? ? ? />
My mom parked h? ruck on the front yard at the top of the slope, ? the? se, and ? mped? and grabbed the? den hose? ing ? ? ? t thaller fires. Then I ? d a louder crackling, and di? ered that the garage of the ? e next door had a raging conflagration boiling o? ? cree? hat covered the ? ance to the garage, and the same? the? e for the house ? he o? side of that one.
"J? !" I yelled, and ran over wi? he neighbor's garden? ? rying to? ? the? ? rning next door. No water came out, and I ran back around to the side of that house, to the fauc? o which the hose? ? ached, a? ? ed it. I? ? grip be? e the handle? different, ? ? ounded metal? aight bar. Finally, I loosed it and the ? shed? , so? an back ? he garage an? ent a few minutes dousing the fire.
Finally, ? as out, and ? rned my attention to the? se next ? hat one, and? eeze? ? mb over the hose's nozzl? urning it into a? ? ? ray ? ? the blaze o? ? isingly easily. I kn? hat ? hould ha? aken? e ef? to ? e the fire, but didn? ? ion it.
Turning back ? he house? t to mine, I? iced that there was ? ? o-no? e damage? t something was still giving off smoke. Moving closer to the? age-? ? ? , I noticed the washer and d? aga? the left-ha? all ? he garage, a? aw a han? ? ding? from underneath them. It was bathed in blue-and-orange flames, shaking ? e a bit, and I knew righ? ? hat ? as Pete, my ? -door neighb? ho I've ? n since ? ere ? . He needed ? ? />
I moved around the ? ? eeking in wi? s, a? he house? full of people,? tying. Of course? ? Jul? h, and e? one was cele? ing and had totally forgotten about Pete, who wa? rning to death in the garage? />
The? t of the? ner of m? e, I? iced that a ? le of small fires had reignited in my yard, ? ? o douse them. In the meantime, Gary had dug a firepit in? ? tyle="fo? tyle? alic;">m? pan>? d and lit a fire? />
"Wh? e you in my yard?" I asked disda? lly.
? hrugged.? ? he F? h. It has to be cele? ? ith fire!"
"Not i? ? d! Get back acro? ? treet." And I doused the? ? . He rolled his ? at ? ? -middle-? s effemi? and went back a? s th? ? . In the meantime, a huge fire h? prun? in woods behind my ? ? here the? neighbors now live), and I had ? ut i? t. T? robl? ? hat ? as completel? eathed in smoke, and my ? hints as to whe? he fire ? ? ? ? ? lit-second g? ses of little tongues of flame flickerin? t through the smoke.
? ook ? e a ? ggle? t I finally put it o? ith my garden hose, and ? rned to the front of the? se, ? e I saw ? arguing? h a cop who was ? ing him up for f? antly illegal confla? ion.? ? tyle="fo? tyle? alic;">Serves him right, I thought, a? oke up at 5:45 a.m. ? ? ning.0 Com? ? pan> ? pan ? s="item-? rol blog-adm? id-241070731">
20070621
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June 21, 2007
We were negotiating the? ms of a ? . To be specific, his ch? ? ere going to hunt Kim and meethe? ? this would end in our death? e di? know, but it was going to be violent.
I spent a? ? o hours watching TV ? ? y before? urning, ? to find Kim? tured an? eryone looking at me? />
"Where did you go?" said John.
"Else? e," I said. ? ? all? ly, ? abbed a bag ? ? oes and hit the kid holding Kim (he coul? ? e been more than 11 ? s ol? ith it, spla? ing the side of his face and dropping him like a sack of meat. His o? bro? ? cled me, sneering, "Ready to go ? chool?"
"I've? ? gra? ed, dumb? ," I said. "? ? hy I'm i? ? chool!" and took a knife to his throat, grabbed Kim,? ? t of? indow in? ? ard, whi? as brown and? ted for lack of water. "Let'? lit up,"? aid, and we ran in o? ite directions.
I? nd myself un? ? , helping a mermaid prin? rec? a lost magical gem from? articularly ? essive lionfwith con? ? e neocon? ? e leanings. After winning throug? ? howed me? ound hole in an unde? er cave-wall? h an? -bubble film that showed the? se I had left so many hours before.
I swam through the hole, and foun? self standin? tside, on the lawn, while in front of me? ? e row of the children, Kim i? ded, standing in front of a mili? -gear firing? ad. ? ? e being punished? their anima? ic hunt,? I i? ceded on their behalf and six seconds later, the kids had di? sed ? ? ? ? kid? ? its.? ? le="clear:both; padding-? om:0.25em">
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20070618
June 18, 2007
? ? le="clear:both;">So I've been dreaming a lot lately.
I mean, a lo? pan>. I've been waki? ? ? ange? rs of the night after deep, ? eshi? ? s, a? emembering a? his strange stuff. U? tuna? , I forget most of i? ? ning? />
Still, the stuff I reme? is strangel? ovoc? e. Lunch? ith old friends who have? sual cell ph? , halfway sawing off half of the teeth o? ? er jaw on the right side? nning through moonli? airies, and ? night, I sailed around the Cape of Good? e on an old-fashioned three-? er.
In fact, ? ? ? ? of ? of ? ? tle I can remember, involving some kind ? eird tim? avel. I mean, the Cape of Good Hope thing felt like ? ? ? ime ? he 17th ? ury--1642 to be precise.
? all been long, detailed, plot-drive? ? that vanish? h the morning, and change like TV channels e? time I wake up and fall bac? ? ? />
I'll ha? o keep a? er journal next ? he bed.
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Whic? ? ? ? ? ? ? o return hom? om a? y interesting comic book shop last n? ? ? mom and? cover several small fire? rning in my front yard, ? umab? ? esult of embers thrown off by a ? of fire? ? y ha? g in? fro? ard, illegally, right ne? o the road, and ? he middle of a drought. Literall? ery ? ing thing wa? ? as tinder, and ? ? ? ? ? />
My mom parked h? ruck on the front yard at the top of the slope, ? the? se, and ? mped? and grabbed the? den hose? ing ? ? ? t thaller fires. Then I ? d a louder crackling, and di? ered that the garage of the ? e next door had a raging conflagration boiling o? ? cree? hat covered the ? ance to the garage, and the same? the? e for the house ? he o? side of that one.
"J? !" I yelled, and ran over wi? he neighbor's garden? ? rying to? ? the? ? rning next door. No water came out, and I ran back around to the side of that house, to the fauc? o which the hose? ? ached, a? ? ed it. I? ? grip be? e the handle? different, ? ? ounded metal? aight bar. Finally, I loosed it and the ? shed? , so? an back ? he garage an? ent a few minutes dousing the fire.
Finally, ? as out, and ? rned my attention to the? se next ? hat one, and? eeze? ? mb over the hose's nozzl? urning it into a? ? ? ray ? ? the blaze o? ? isingly easily. I kn? hat ? hould ha? aken? e ef? to ? e the fire, but didn? ? ion it.
Turning back ? he house? t to mine, I? iced that there was ? ? o-no? e damage? t something was still giving off smoke. Moving closer to the? age-? ? ? , I noticed the washer and d? aga? the left-ha? all ? he garage, a? aw a han? ? ding? from underneath them. It was bathed in blue-and-orange flames, shaking ? e a bit, and I knew righ? ? hat ? as Pete, my ? -door neighb? ho I've ? n since ? ere ? . He needed ? ? />
I moved around the ? ? eeking in wi? s, a? he house? full of people,? tying. Of course? ? Jul? h, and e? one was cele? ing and had totally forgotten about Pete, who wa? rning to death in the garage? />
The? t of the? ner of m? e, I? iced that a ? le of small fires had reignited in my yard, ? ? o douse them. In the meantime, Gary had dug a firepit in? ? tyle="fo? tyle? alic;">m? pan>? d and lit a fire? />
"Wh? e you in my yard?" I asked disda? lly.
? hrugged.? ? he F? h. It has to be cele? ? ith fire!"
"Not i? ? d! Get back acro? ? treet." And I doused the? ? . He rolled his ? at ? ? -middle-? s effemi? and went back a? s th? ? . In the meantime, a huge fire h? prun? in woods behind my ? ? here the? neighbors now live), and I had ? ut i? t. T? robl? ? hat ? as completel? eathed in smoke, and my ? hints as to whe? he fire ? ? ? ? ? lit-second g? ses of little tongues of flame flickerin? t through the smoke.
? ook ? e a ? ggle? t I finally put it o? ith my garden hose, and ? rned to the front of the? se, ? e I saw ? arguing? h a cop who was ? ing him up for f? antly illegal confla? ion.? ? tyle="fo? tyle? alic;">Serves him right, I thought, a? oke up at 5:45 a.m. ? ? ning.
20070621
? p;June 21, 2007
We were negotiating the? ms of a ? . To be specific, his ch? ? ere going to hunt Kim and meethe? ? this would end in our death? e di? know, but it was going to be violent.
I spent a? ? o hours watching TV ? ? y before? urning, ? to find Kim? tured an? eryone looking at me? />
"Where did you go?" said John.
"Else? e," I said. ? ? all? ly, ? abbed a bag ? ? oes and hit the kid holding Kim (he coul? ? e been more than 11 ? s ol? ith it, spla? ing the side of his face and dropping him like a sack of meat. His o? bro? ? cled me, sneering, "Ready to go ? chool?"
"I've? ? gra? ed, dumb? ," I said. "? ? hy I'm i? ? chool!" and took a knife to his throat, grabbed Kim,? ? t of? indow in? ? ard, whi? as brown and? ted for lack of water. "Let'? lit up,"? aid, and we ran in o? ite directions.
I? nd myself un? ? , helping a mermaid prin? rec? a lost magical gem from? articularly ? essive lionfwith con? ? e neocon? ? e leanings. After winning throug? ? howed me? ound hole in an unde? er cave-wall? h an? -bubble film that showed the? se I had left so many hours before.
I swam through the hole, and foun? self standin? tside, on the lawn, while in front of me? ? e row of the children, Kim i? ded, standing in front of a mili? -gear firing? ad. ? ? e being punished? their anima? ic hunt,? I i? ceded on their behalf and six seconds later, the kids had di? sed ? ? ? ? kid? ? its.? ? le="clear:both; padding-? om:0.25em">
20070618
June 18, 2007
I mean, a
Still, the stuff I reme? is strangel? ovoc? e. Lunch? ith old friends who have? sual cell ph? , halfway sawing off half of the teeth o? ? er jaw on the right side? nning through moonli? airies, and ? night, I sailed around the Cape of Good? e on an old-fashioned three-? er.
In fact, ? ? ? ? of ? of ? ? tle I can remember, involving some kind ? eird tim? avel. I mean, the Cape of Good Hope thing felt like ? ? ? ime ? he 17th ? ury--1642 to be precise.
? all been long, detailed, plot-drive? ? that vanish? h the morning, and change like TV channels e? time I wake up and fall bac? ? ? />
I'll ha? o keep a? er journal next ? he bed.
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