April 22, 2003 - 8:31 a.m. I’m writing this at ten thirty at night on April 21, 2003. It has been exactly two years, two years of pain and rebuilding in my life. Two years since that night. The night started off so well, a date, an actual date. Her and I hung out at the mall for a couple of hours going store to store. I was in my favorite shirt [and those of you who knew me will remember the “Whassap?” shirt I am referring to and my skateboarding pants. I don’t wear those any more either…]. We walked around talking laughing enjoying the company. We had been so hesitant to go anywhere together or even think about talking to each other because of HIM. I was happy, oh was I happy to get out with someone, be with someone. It is the most amazing feeling ever. We went to Steak and Shake afterwards for shakes, thus the name of the restaurant…yeah note my lack of humor! We drank and talked about school, friends, work and just the both of us. When we left things felt weird, like something was going to happen. You ever feel that guys? Maybe it was just my sixth sense thing that kicked in. And then it all happened. I couldn’t describe it to you all, its something I cant put into words. The sound, the feeling, the lack of feeling in my leg after what happened with my leg and a certain glove compartment box. The rest is history and so is this. I can’t bury the past, I live in it. Every day I feel it still the pain. My side hurts right now. Carlos and Ashley can admit that I was hunched over in pain during our trip. But that doesn’t matter. I’m glad I’m alive. I just felt like writing something about this. I don’t know maybe to commemorate this night. So [**raises his glass of water**] To friends, to family, to that thing we call school and oh work too, but most of all to life!
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