Right before, stepped out the car, greeted by gentle breeze, followed by noises of drunkards shouting, demanding to be heard, then became sobbing and cried, sad really, but true, "won't wanna be one like them." i muttered to myself.
Life in my neighborhood, never gets old, people die, mugged, stories to tell for those who want to listen if they spare the time.
During my formative teenager years, the awkward bodily changes and growing raging hormones somewhere in you, i spent most of it in a video shop down the road to the left. Beside a old man's bar, beside a prison old folks home (oddly, shaped like one), up some old stairs is a video shop! Renting out videos for a minimal fee, there i spent quite some time, being a dork i was/am, i just hung out, and strangely, mom didn't care much.
There i learned to read old written chinese words, how to bet on football, curse words, everything a mom shouldn't ever teach their son, i learned it all there. Of course i will not put anything up here that will do me no good, but i learned every bad there is. Grateful, but i think, next time, i just teach my kids, safer. My kids will yield.
-Graveyard for Rice-
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