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Name: Jordan
Country: Tanzania
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 11/12/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: Jesus, guitar, surfin, architecturewell...plus school, literature, math, photography, people, other things...aim=itsjordn
Occupation: student
Industry: architecture


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Member Since: 3/18/2003

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Monday, November 23, 2009

They caught him... muahhahaha ha ha ha


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Liam and I left studio around 11 PM, thought we'd call it an early night and get some sleep for the next day of hard work. Both tired and grumbling over the agonies of studio we walked across campus and onto lock street, where we passed Subway and entered the desolate four block gauntlet between us and the Colonnade (our apartment). There was no one in site, and it was dark and cold. We walked 3/4 of a block away from the school when a crappy gray car comes around the corner and parked across the street from us. A 6' black male in sweatpants and a hoody jumps out of the car alone and skips across the street towards us. I've always had that distant fear in the back of my heart, I knew Newark was not a safe place, but just stored that away, because...well nothing ever happens to me, as if I hover above the detritus on a magic carpet, the kind you get when born into a christian family, the kind you get when your fat assed American family loves you. It's because your bed will always be there, and your fridge was always full and people who die live in Africa. Halfway across the street he reaches inside his hoodie, and about three feet away from me he pull out a gun and lays the barrel gently on the left side of my torso, just below my ribs.

"Show me the cash now. I will shoot this mother-fucker right now...the jewelry too."

Money doesn't matter much to me, not in the grand scheme of things. I knew he wasn't going to shoot me, but stupid people do stupid things. Liam and I both hand him our wallets and Liam hands him his ring, we kept our phones. He runs back into his car and took off.

Cancelled credit cards, then the police.

The gun never left my side though, and I hope it never does because that magic carpet ride everyone is on is a load of garbage, because the dirt of the world can come when ever and rip it out from under you if they want.

You are not safe, you are just living a lie.


Friday, November 20, 2009

still breathing..


Monday, November 02, 2009

i think i have a pretty solid fan base here. let me guess who reads my gay little posts:

nicki
george
regis
rachel

i think thats it?


i took my lucky break and i broke it in two
put on my worried shoes




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