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travis’s bones are made of animantium just like wolverine. his disorder me make it hard for him to do some stuff, but his personality and will make him one hell of a strong person. its coo.

oh bagoo, because im at old oma and opa’s house, i cant smoke. if they were to know i smoked it would kill them. and so its been about 24 hours. blaaa!!!! ok, im ok. ill be strong.
oh yes, smoking sucks. but at the same time its so soothing and refreshingly addicting. you just cant win. when your smoking you know you are fucking you body. when your not you know you could be enjoying a smooth turkish blend of tobaccos.

travis has quite a cigar collection. every week i swear i hear “ive ordered some new cigars”. its coo. i enjoy the havanna honeys myself. if the cigar is to big than its kind of too much work and a little silly. but minni cigars are nice.

kids, dont smoke. its dumb. why not sniff glue instead.
eh he , just kidding.

A friend, a brother, a son dies, but after a while you have to get back to your life, you have to go about your days as you did before, and so your mind thinks not of that death. Life goes on indeed. But I do nothing with my days. My life does not change. I have been living a day that started long, long ago. And then my day became death. Now my never changing day is one of deep sorrow. This day is my life.

But hey, there’s always the Simpsons! Yin AND yang, people, AND YANG DAMMITT! Snyder knows whats up, don’t ya crack boy? Ta ta.

Us hicks out here in the “west” do a lot of that huntin’ & fishin’ stuff in between rodeos & ho-downs… anyway, my friend was doing a little target practice with his bow today and guess what, he shot an arrow into the very end of ANOTHER arrow from 30 yards. Just like Robin Hood.

Well, I think I might as well bring everyone up to speed on my disorder, because then I’ll be able to vent my frustrations or joys about it without using metaphors or confusing half-assed explanations. You know what, I just wrote a big lengthy technical explanation of the disorder it’s self, but luckily I realized that it would have been boring and useless(as if this isn’t). Hmmm… alright, alright. I thought of a concise way of telling how I’m doing(physically) at this time, and at the same time, tell you what a special wittle boy I am. Okay, muscle strength is ‘graded’ on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being very strong, 1 being very weak. I’m not sure, but I think all of you regular folk are around 8 or 9. Well, once you get below the muscle strength of 4, you shouldn’t be able to walk anymore, it’s wheelchair time. My legs have a muscle strength of two, and I still walk quite well. The doctors scratch their heads and say, “Gee golly damn, he shouldn’t be walking, he just aint strong ’nuff, but he keeps walkin’ in here time and again on his own two legs… that just aint right.” Well, they don’t say that exactly, but that’s pretty much the jist of it. Snyder is sick of hearing this, I’m sure. I think at times that I say that as if it’s something to brag about. So, I can still walk because I’m too stubborn to accept otherwise. I fall fairly often I suppose. And I fall because I can’t catch myself if I make the slightest mis-step. I’m basically a rag doll, useless. I am far from fragile though. That is one of my main problems, when people think that I am fragile because I’m weak. Maybe Snyder can vouch for me on that- I’m not a pussy, am I Snydee? I feel like a peckerwood talking about this. Any of you boys seen Brain Candy(Kids in the Hall)? I just saw myself through all of your eyes, and I looked like cancer boy. Ohhh, that’s funny stuff.

Too many things to write about. Too many things. Nick, my friend that died, always wanted to go somewhere and get drunk with me. I always said, “I will, I will…” But I never did. So I got drunk for the first time on the day he died. I got wasted every night for a while there. Fucking myself into ignorance, ya know? I just want to get wasted at the end of the day. That’s how I feel lately. And I would get wasted, but I would take pity on myself if I drank alone, in this house. But that’s how I feel. I am thankful for my life, it just happens to be very stagnent right now. Too much… Ta ta.

Massivly Multi-player Online RPG

i learn something everyday i suppose. but anyway i found this game called Star Wars Galaxies that i think Nick and Ben would LOVE.
http://starwarsgalaxies.station.sony.com/
it’s an MMORPG made by the same people as Everquest and Ultima Online, and its Star Wars. what more can you ask for nick? that just seemed like THE perfect game for you.

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