A story about SmileThroughIt
hey would you like to be my friend
He came to my home town. I believe it had something to do with steel workers. But don’t quote me on that. Anyways the area where he had his meetings (which is the steel area of town..aha) was roughly 12 blocks from my grade school. So every grade above 4th walked down to the gathering.
I think I was in 5th grade. I was scanned for sharp things and things that might go boom, by secret service. And we stood with the massive amount of people.
Then suddenly the doors flew open, and viola, there is Bill. He walked the line, and I shock his hand. At the time I didn’t really care. But now that I have some political understanding, it was awesome. And I’m glad I can say, I shook Bill Clinton’s hand.
The one leg has really hendered our friendship. But its really because she drinks those mountain dew power drinks.
One time i dragged her across town to steal those little flags they put in the ground to mark the eletric wiring and stuff.
And she liked it.
On a long cold night in the canadian tundra…..wait wait wait….
You’re that crazy girl who always copied what I was wearing, a navy shirt and khaki pants. Its you, my stalker!!!
haha, oh how i loved high school
Here is a fun story about Allison.
One time, she sent me a text message in history class about being really bored, so I responded with one telling her how I really wanted a french dip from Arby’s. But she hadn’t turned the sound off on her phone, so it rang during the middle of the class and the teacher was really pissed and threw a rock at her face and she was bleeding everywhere but the teacher didn’t care and then took her phone and smashed it with his shoe. It was f’ed up. Seriously.
Okay, so the teacher didn’t throw a rock, but her phone did ring. And then I giggled for the remaining 20 minutes of class.
Things are awkward between Allison and I because I only have one leg.
The last time I saw Allison, she was galloping off into the sunsent on a white stallion.