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So yesterday, while I was leaving the mall, A girl approached me. She was one of those skater kids; army boots, guy cammo pants, wife beater gray and white shirts, half a shaved head, peircing everywhere, and one of those cute, angel smiles. Knife in belt, she asked me for a ride accross the street. After talking to her for a bit, I agreed. I almost envied her. She lived for the moment, not duly planning every moment of her week. Excitement and uncertainty, that's the thing. Something I've missed since I quite boys and girls club. After all my fussing, I'm not sure if I want a job anymore. I kinda want to try my hand at being an artist, and take classes over the summer. I'll still get lazy, but I might join habitate for humanity. I miss community service and although it won't be as exciting as teencourt, but it would be something. Teencourt was always lively. There was the time the asian punk who was sitting next to me got up and cussed out Zach in his native tounge about his sister, the time Marryland locked the keys in the van and we had to wait at dead night at the alvin court house for two hours, the time someone threatened to kill Josh, and that time Marisol did peer leader for the bisexual. People won't remember or know about these things, but boy, those years were something. El Toros is advertising in the paper for people, so maybe they'll call me back. I'll take a job if I get an offer, but for the most part, I'm going to interview one more place and then call it quites.