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Dear Neighbor, I presume you are somewhat new to the neighborhood as I see the house you live in constantly has a for-sale sign upon its lawn.  And though you yourself had also had one, I am convinced that after a short period in the house you too have decided to abandon ship.  I find no fault in you doing this, and in fact I believe it is a commonality we both share.  Nevertheless this story is not about you, nor my presumptions about you.  It is about me and the adventur...

IV Asking out Her name was Rebecca and we had exchanged glances multiple times in our speech class, and eventually I had mustered up the courage to smile at her. She was cute, blonde, about 5’5”, and she even seemed halfway intelligent. I wanted to ask her out, but exchanging smiles with her in class had been hard enough. For the first few classes of that semester I chose to reason out my insecurity by convincing myself that the likelihood of her being a bitch was quite high, and that I was m...

Her name was Beth and we had exchanged glances multiple times in our speech class, and eventually I had mustered up the courage to smile at her. She was cute, blonde, about 5’5”, and she even seemed halfway intelligent. I wanted to ask her out, but exchanging smiles with her in class had been hard enough. For the first few classes of that semester I chose to reason out my insecurity in asking her out by convincing myself that the likelihood of her being a bitch was quite high, and that I was ...

It felt good. It felt good to have my palm wrapped around the handle, and my index finger firmly holding the trigger. I knew that it was unloaded, but nonetheless I felt a sense of power. In my hands I held a machine that was capable of destroying a life. With the pull of one finger I had the power to make a decision on who would live and who would die. Granted I would have to aim it correctly and pull it before someone did the same to me. It was my first time holding any real gun, much less...

It felt good. It felt good to have my palm wrapped around the handle, and my index finger firmly holding the trigger. I knew that it was unloaded, but nonetheless I felt a sense of power. In my hands I held a machine that was capable of destroying a life. With the pull of one finger I had the power to make a decision on who would live and who would die. Granted I would have to aim it correctly and pull it before someone did the same to me. Anyway it was my first time holding any real gun, mu...