Up In Smoke: Day 5-6

I know i haven't been keeping up with posting everyday, but gimme a break i do have a life outside of this blog.

Quick update on how things are going with the my Lenten sacrifice:

It's been going pretty slow, i smoke a lot less smoking at the most maybe 4 cigarettes a day which is a lot better than my usual 10-15 a day. Of course there was the exception of this passed saturday, but that was part in due to the fact that some mother fuckers are just idiots. But thats a entirely different story.

As far as the josh hartnett 40 days and 40 nights goes lets just say i failed, i'm almost ashamed to say it, but yes i did fail. Nuff said.

As far as today goes it went alrite i wrote another scene for Kamalayan's PCN and made it to both my classes today despite my lack of motivation. I was irritable today in some ways, possibly because of the lack of nicotine. I did somewhat subdue my anxiety by smoking a couple of shorts. If you don't know what shorts are then you don't want to know. So for today i have a new piece which is another kind of cop out since i wrote it for my creative writing workshop class, but sue me.

Poem of the day

Cowardly Fun

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Underage fun mixed with
A dose of early alcoholism
Equals up to more hangovers
Than teenagers driving home sober

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Music blasts as the local DJ spins his records
Allowing youth to enjoy a night of dancing
That appears to be more sexual than anything else

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Sweat drips from foreheads, down exposed skin
Owner of the house sweats triple that of everyone else
For fear of neighbor complaints for an excess of noise
And arrival of forehead vein Popping, angry parents

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Smoke filled air in a backyard to small to hold a sea of bodies
Shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek,
New shoes bought ruined by spills from beverages unknown

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The sound of screams echo through the night sky
Taking cover behind cars for fear of your own life

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The sound is more eerie than Hollywood presents it to be

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Even from afar the sparks correspond to each crackle and each pop
Frozen for what seems like forever, but could only be less than a second

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4 pairs of the shoulders you stood close to inside,
lying motionless on the sidewalk

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Recall your shoes dirty from unknown spilt beverages
As two people lay on the ground with blood spilled concrete

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The air that seemed to be filled with screams before,
Seems so quite that you can hear ambulance and police sirens
From miles away

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A night of fun becomes tragic
As one of two injured
Loses his life having not been apart of the confrontation
Just another kid who came to party just happened to pick the wrong night

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The first sound that arises in my mind when recalling that night
Happens to be his last sound heard
As the cowardly gun went

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