Here I write the words that tell the life of Jackson F. Blancett, from the events that happened to the ones that could've.
Like the day before and the day before that, I decided not to go in to work. The idea of delivering moon bounces was just not, shall I say, appealing. I wonder how long I can keep this up until my boss offers me a raise.
These summer days seem shorter than those of winter or fall. Fortunately, I have a way to offset that.
A friend asked a few months ago if I was interested in going to The Hangout Music Festival. He had rented a house on the beach and was inviting a lot of people. I, being of a sound mind, said "of course."
Music, dancing, activities that my grandparents would frown upon, and some that they wouldn't. Best time in my life. Do you remember when you were a child, and after a great vacation the drive home would seem to just fly by? Well my drive home from Gulf Shores seemed to take ten minutes.
I have never gone to place completely unknown to me and just gotten totally swept away by the sheer size and amount of people there. I got lost for two days, my friends and I knew where the house was, but I wanted to be on my own and experience new craziness. Mission accomplished. For the two days that I disappeared from my reality, I met new people and developed new relationships and habits. This was a time that I knew would define me, and I wanted it too.
If only I would have gone.
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