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I sit down, and feel very uncomfortable. Slouching back it is comfortable, and my body loosens. My head rolling to the side, I am at peace. It starts, in, and I am at bliss. This is so nice, why would it ever need to end. The clouds are parting and my mind races. I hand it off, "your turn, take it." As it heads around and back to me, I am free again. This is what happens as I live in Alaska. Now it sets in here, as we start in again.It's more of a ritual; I think that more and more every time. Since I know it happens every time we start in. "it is so different now," is all I can think. "Where did it all change? Why did it all change?" For my mind being so free, it is sure full of a lot of things at these points in time. I used to be, on a regular base, like this a lot. Then I moved, it changes a lot of things for me, even though I try to think otherwise. In Alaska it was always the same thing. "I'm going cruising," I would tell my mom on my way out the door. My mom doesn't expect me home until morning now. Ah ha, I see Janice's car in front of me, I wonder if it is Janice or Jamie, her older sister. They are both chill though, and they are both fun people to hang out with. Right on time too, we are both so predictable. I fol
low her for a few blocks, when is she going to head towards The Street. Ahh, there she goes, it is time to play. I am going forty-five now, it is a fifteen miles-an-hour zone. It always happens like this. Ohh, she chooses blueberry hill this time. Nothing new their, just one meeting point on the loop road. Turning down the music I roll down my window, and pull-up next to her. "How you doin' girl?" "Cool, just cruisin' finding people like you to join me. I got Wesley with me, and he is completely full." "Cool, I gotta pick-up Kirsten though, at her house." "Fine with me, I can handle that easily enough." I have the largest vehicle, except for Kirsten, but we can't smoke in her car, so it is pointless for us to cruise in it. So when a lot of people show up, my car is usually the one taken. We cruise out to Robe River, a sub-division at four mile, on the Richardson Highway. We sat for a while out front, but after a couple minutes I suggested that Jamie should run inside and get her. With Kirsten in the car, we are off again, deciding to head out to twelve mile, some gravel pits owned by the city of Valdez. They never use them though, so the only use that the get is from out bonfires we have. Nothing is really said for about an hour, just the vast realization of, "how our minds work so fast, and are so clea
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Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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