Thursday, July 12, 2007

cars and bullets.

heres to car wrecks and murders and disease! heres to avoiding them. and heres to the friends that didnt.

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walking the streets of la, i remember the story he told me about when he was in south africa...

he and a friend with a car were driving through johannesburg when at a stop, a gang of armed kids walked in front of the car and told them to get out. so they got out of the car and walked to the side of the street. the kids turned to get in the car and just then another group of gun toting south africans point their guns at the car, claiming it for themselves. someone starts letting off shots.

they hit the ground until a lady in a house nearby called to them to run in. as they were running, his friend fell. he turned around and grabbed his friend and they both got in the house. the lady looks at him and starts screaming. he looks down and their is blood all over his chest. he pulls up his shirt, trying to figure out where hed been hit. they start frantically looking for the bullet hole.

a richochet had cut him and his friend was hit in the leg, and he got blood on him while carrying his friend.

but he was fine.

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so heres to the cyclical nature of all things. heres to death and rebirth and learning with each cycle. heres to coming closer to the truth every time we die.

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heres to you...

ارام

and the name we shared...

عادل

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heres to the fragility of one life, and the endurance of many.

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farewell and welcome noble ghost.

our ranks give tribute, our blades bear your name.