CRASH!!

Last Sunday I got rearended by a 24 year old female (Heather Gilbert) on drugs. I was at a stop with my left turn signal on and she was messing with her radio at 50 miles an hour. No tire screech, just CRASH. Part of me is a little angry, I feel like I was mugged. This person beat me up and took away my truck in the blink of an eye. Yes, my truck was totaled. Thankfully, I wasn't. Sure I have some back and neck discomfort, but hey, I'm alive and still able to function. It's just too bad she didn't have car insurance, but she can think about that while she's in jail on her second DUI offence.

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It's currently 50 degrees outside with a light rain falling. I just finished watching the movie "Sahara" which wasn't too bad. I drive back to Redding tomorrow morning to check out a Ford Explorer my mom found today. The other day I was quite excited to write a poem even though I don't think it's very good, it's the first thing I've written in a long time.

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The first tear came and went

I hardly noticed it

dripping down my chin

The second tear made me look

and face myself in

the mirror again

The third tear made me wonder

who this person is

I always seem to become

The fourth tear didn't fall

It can't

'Cause I am numb

TR

I think what I like best about it is that it sounds like a chorus to a song I've never heard. As is my usual protocol, I've already given a copy to the person who inspired it, even if he wasn't very impressed. Who knows how this poem will evolve, because in the end, they always do. This is basically a first draft, because I like it enough but it's still not very good.

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www.myspace.com/nrgxtc has become an interesting endeavor. I'm still trying to figure out HTML so I can do more stuff with it. In the mean time, I've found hundreds of different surveys that I can take to find out what kind of person, place or thing I am and at the end of the survey they have the code ready for me to copy and paste right in to my myspace page. Not that I ever wanted to know but I found out what kind of alcoholic drink I am (cocktail), what my name means (reaper in Latin), how weird am I (50%), if I could pass the U.S. citizenship test (yes), etc. As I am taking said quizzes, part of my mind thinks "What a complete waste of time", but there's always that old familiar killer of cats: curiosity. Then there are the some 30,000 other people at myspace that, for better or worse, you get to learn about. Like the guy who wrote "Fight Club" has a myspace page. One thing is for sure, there seems to be a lot more men out there that are shorter than me than taller. Perhaps I need to lower my standards a bit if I want a new beau (yes, a pun was intended).

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Never mind, I already forgot what I was going to write.