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Or at least until you quit your job...
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Nor let the Peacock Wander
Here I write the words that tell the life of Jackson F. Blancett, from the events that happened to the ones that could'v
How does one escape the everyday normalities? I want to be able to tell stories that will leave your breathless.
Waking up has never been the most exciting part of anyone's day. What happens after... now that a different story. What happened to me? I fell off a bridge.
I was sitting on my couch, catching up with some of my fav shows, when I noticed that the place where my bike usually sits was vacant. Bike = stolen. I took to the streets searching for my only form of transportation.
If anything can be said about my character it is that I don't give up. I want my bike. I went looking for my bike. I found a long fall and well... my bike
Before last years fall semester at school began I bought myself a Diamondback bicycle. I wish I could say that I went on daily rides through the hills of Knoxville, but I never once rode the bike. Now I live in need of one.
I found the man who stole my bike. He was riding it a little up the street from where I reside. I watched and studied the man. A man like any other. A man all the same. A man with my bike.
I waited for him to make one mistake and then I pounced. The man left the bike by a gas station as he went in, silly man. Whilst riding away I noticed that he had given chase. It was on!
The man was faster than I anticipated. As I crossed the bridge, near my house, I was more concentrated on the thief than the oncoming traffic. A mistake that will not soon be forgotten. The fall was sudden. While falling I couldn't stop thinking that maybe I just stole back the wrong bike.
Needless to say... I still need a bike.
How does one escape the everyday normalities? I want to be able to tell stories that will leave your breathless.
Waking up has never been the most exciting part of anyone's day. What happens after... now that a different story. What happened to me? I fell off a bridge.
I was sitting on my couch, catching up with some of my fav shows, when I noticed that the place where my bike usually sits was vacant. Bike = stolen. I took to the streets searching for my only form of transportation.
If anything can be said about my character it is that I don't give up. I want my bike. I went looking for my bike. I found a long fall and well... my bike
Before last years fall semester at school began I bought myself a Diamondback bicycle. I wish I could say that I went on daily rides through the hills of Knoxville, but I never once rode the bike. Now I live in need of one.
I found the man who stole my bike. He was riding it a little up the street from where I reside. I watched and studied the man. A man like any other. A man all the same. A man with my bike.
I waited for him to make one mistake and then I pounced. The man left the bike by a gas station as he went in, silly man. Whilst riding away I noticed that he had given chase. It was on!
The man was faster than I anticipated. As I crossed the bridge, near my house, I was more concentrated on the thief than the oncoming traffic. A mistake that will not soon be forgotten. The fall was sudden. While falling I couldn't stop thinking that maybe I just stole back the wrong bike.
Needless to say... I still need a bike.
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