Pushed

Away

Probably never see my son
It's too much
It hurts deep

I was given a for sure, solid no
And it hurts

I'm betting he never even misses me
No one will
I'm going

I need the solitude of the midway.
To be completely alone amongst thousands.

Until one day I finally stop
Not until I die

How soon that will be idk
Depends on how long I hold on to the last scraps of a great love and the little hope the they keep alive.


I'm joining another carnival one that will take me far far far away. And no one will ever see me again. Why not right. My family should be my life and I can't have my family. So fuck it. I'll just disapeae onto the road. Anonymously untraceable. Complete ghost. Ghost


I'm a ghost

Kthnxirlpplsbai
And
Hello midway

I couldn't

But alass I will be there
For the hullabaloo

For lights
And the crowds

The music
And the games

I will be there

Fair season '11
Coming to a blog near you

How it went down part 2

Germantown Md. Hmmmm well what can I say. Largly cut off from every thing in suburban hell.

We moved after my fathers wedding to the village drunk with her village idiot son. It was an awful little cookie cutter townhouse community. Middle class suburbia at it's most gaging. Completely wrong.

Her son was a little terrorist. Relentlessly torturing my brother. I. Fought back for him when I could. But I got beaten and treated like a dog for it. One time the little shit tried a bat on me. He spent the night with an ice pack. I spent the night plotting to kill my father after the beating i received. The coke took me. I couldn't do it.

We were all so lost. But finally I was pushed out. On a plane that December. Florida bound. To live with my mother and her xanax addicted bull duke girlfriend. I didn't know it then but the was where it all really begun. Arriving at the air port mom and my sister retrieve me. In the car. Light a smoke. Make small talk. The memory of the rest of that evening is gone. a total blurr. I managed to smuggle some decent stash on the plain.

The next month or so went as you would figure. The I met chris. Chris is a little almost gang banger.

There were parties and beer and pot and coke.

It was wild. Mother dearest and her dull dyke didn't like it at all. We fought alot. Finally she went to far. That cunt my mom was sleepig with hit me. All 165lbs of a pissed off 16 year old man tackled her. There were elbows and fists. Blood. Ouch that cunt she bit me. That was it. I swung harder. It was over.

Less then a week later I was kicked out.

Job still held down I moved in with Jason. More parties Drugs. Beers. Parties. Almost fired.

I moved in to grandmas house and finally to north carolina. Burlington was a serious one horse town. I met Brittney. What an angel. Such a blonde mynx. Then I met Josh Carol. PGAM



More to come

New blogging series

The new series will begin in febuary some time. Denpend on connectivity the format of the posts will vary. Pictures should be postable as long as photobucket cooperates.

I think this series will be popular.

Look for midway nights posts comming in mid February.