I'm writing this because i need help. I dont know how to cope anymore. I dont know where to turn.
It all started on a sunny afternoon on a beautiful june day. Time has elapsed so slow since then.
I was playing four square in my front yard with a few friends. As it always had the ice cream truck rolled on playing its merry tune. But this driver was new... He reminded me of a late very worn george bush. We asked for our bubble gum ice cream cones that we always got. He instructed us to go to the back of the van as his sliding window was broken. We walked around back and one by one he scooped us into the back of the van. One by one. He took our little red ball too. Timmy my retarded friend just begged for his baseball or hotdog or weiner or whatever. In the mean time the old man told us we could have our icecream for free he just wanted to show us a joke.
what happened was unspeakable.
At the end he kicked us out of his van (without icecream no less). i asked him what the joke was called and why i was so sore. i said what do you call the joke?
he said "well, the aristocrats!"
i still think bout that bell ringing... i feel for you soler, i feel for you. if you need anywhere to talk about it. this can be your safe spot.
It all started on a sunny afternoon on a beautiful june day. Time has elapsed so slow since then.
I was playing four square in my front yard with a few friends. As it always had the ice cream truck rolled on playing its merry tune. But this driver was new... He reminded me of a late very worn george bush. We asked for our bubble gum ice cream cones that we always got. He instructed us to go to the back of the van as his sliding window was broken. We walked around back and one by one he scooped us into the back of the van. One by one. He took our little red ball too. Timmy my retarded friend just begged for his baseball or hotdog or weiner or whatever. In the mean time the old man told us we could have our icecream for free he just wanted to show us a joke.
what happened was unspeakable.
At the end he kicked us out of his van (without icecream no less). i asked him what the joke was called and why i was so sore. i said what do you call the joke?
he said "well, the aristocrats!"
i still think bout that bell ringing... i feel for you soler, i feel for you. if you need anywhere to talk about it. this can be your safe spot.
