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Age: 17

Location: Mich-i- this place is gross lets move in together- Gan

Joined On: Jul 10, 2006

Occupation: look, im just a gangsta....

Website: www.myspace.com/nospooningal...

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Orange County, California (Mission Viejo)

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im sami, and im my own person. i try not to fall to bad into things, or relationships with people. i trusted my heart to someone, and he took it and basicly broke it. i loved him, but who gives a shit now? but, im down for anything really. if you think we are alike, hit me up. and maybe, if your lucky we will talk. i think we could get along great. message me, comment me. whatever. i drink, i smoke, i swear im obnoxious. what else can i say?

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December 30

does God hate me

does God hate me? i want to know this right now. i dont understand why Bear and Sparky had to die. Sparky got put down last night at 8:30 and i will never be the same again. i will never be able to go to my other home and hear that bark as i walk into the door, or to just tell him that i love him. it all seems a horible dream. but i dont, cant wake up. Never again will he follow me around the house looking for Jeremy or Stacy. After all those stupid parties that he had gone through, all the nights that he almost bit Papa John, because he took his spot next to mom. Almost no one of our friends came and said goodbye to him, Fuzzy did, she didnt even know him that much, and she still came and took Stacy back home to Sparky. Leann, Samarah, Steve nor Megan came and said goodbye. They said they were such good friends with us, then why didnt they come and say goodby???????? Yeah, that sounds like such a good friendship to me. Dont you think that they would at least come be with the family? Nope, didnt do anything to help. Mom, Papa John, Jeremy, and I were telling each other stories of Sparky and looking back on the good past, not the bad. Worst of all, Papa John painted a dog statue of Sparky right outside the house, when I left today, all i did was sit there and cry and talk next to the statue. I was telling him that he caused a lot of pain for him and us, for such a quick leaving! I thought of all the good times that we had.and i just want him to know that I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH AND IT WILL NEVER CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT. mom was saying that this was the first time in 18 years that she never had a dog in the house. and i feel for her so much. I LOVE YOU MOM, SPARKY, BEAR AND MOST OF ALL CAESAR!!!!!!!! i love you guys so freakin much.

a poem that almost made me cry.

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last
Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.

But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the
hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.

But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette
butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the
homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.

But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to
those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.

But you didn't see me cry as my children were born and having their name
tattooed on my skin and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my
lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.

But you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the
next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.

But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to
go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.

But you didn't see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But you didn't see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family.

But you didn't see me because I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker, and a person, with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.

Isnt that the saddest and yet sweetest thing in the world?