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2005-04-16 - 11:28 p.m. Moms was pissed that i got home late last night, she asked me when i got home, not knowing how long she waited up, i took a guess that she had fallen asleep before 3am so i took a chance and lied and told her that i got home a little after 12am. She said that i didn't come home at 12am because she had waited up until about 1am when she fell asleep. But she remembers calling my cell at around 12 noon. I told her i didn't get that call. FUCK THAT BULLSHIT. Its not like i come home late every night. Shit im home most of the time. Anyway that ok, i didn't get into any trouble but i figure i better be home early until moms cools off. You know diaryboy, Sometimes i think i have my head up my ass. Those pool workmen have been banging around for the last week or so and they were, and are driving me fucking crazy. Coming and going into threw our gates like they live here. FUCKING grungy ass looking laborers, making a lot of noise all day. So i came back into the house pissed and for some reason i went down to the basement. I was as if our house directed me down stairs, Its been months since i came into the basement and i never seem to realized how big or nice a spot it could be. Its covers the whole lenghe of the house and very littles down there, since when we got paid there was very little we wanted to take with us. Our clothes were those of just getting by inner city people, and most were used to death, so we didn't take shit. Our at least i didn't take shit, i wanted everything new. I only took my Yankees hats, and shirts, which filled a bag, everything else was left behind. ANYWAY in the corner was my bike which moms brought when we first moved up here but i never really rode much since i was too damn happy to find that we had a nice little pool and a lake next to it, so threwout late July and most of August i rarely left our property. Why look at anywhere else, when your aready living in Paradise. I went from a hot ass, no air conditioner, grungy looking apartment with grungy looking people living all around us. the street jammed with cars and noise and shit. To a house sitting alone up a long road, with central air, nice new funiiture, a big bed room, all the clothes and shit a boy could want, a yard as big as the block we lived on and trees surrounding our yard. A beautiful looking 1 mile or so wide lake, with a gezebo next to it and next to the gezebo a petty small yet big enough to swim in, pearl shaped pool. I thought then, and now know that i died and woke up in Paradise. ANyway i found my 27in bike that moms brought me when we moved here, i had only rode it to and from the forest lined road that leads from our house to the main city road about 3 miles away. When i saw it, it hit me that i must have had my head up my ass, i've been locked in paradise with no way out except the taxi and friends who would come a pick me in their cars while for the last month or so i could have been riding my bike. I used to ride a bike everywhere with my cousin and never didn't have a bike and for the last month or so i never even thought about riding one the fuck out of paradise. Then again i guess when your in paradise why think of a way to get out? Unless you have a bunch of grungy laborers hanging around all damn day. So i got on my bike, rode it slowly down the side of roundtop down to where i sometimes catch the bus to school and into Pinecrest manor, and threw the manor to the other side of the main road, and to the basketball courts, where it seemed like everyone and their brother was playing B-ball. Mmmmmm, me so horny. All in all i spead about 6 hours around the basketball court, playing and bullshit.
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