The Bagel

The sun was shining bright with only a few clouds in the sky that day all hell almost broke loose. Just another monday afternoon we were walking across the street probably after the stop walking sign appeared but we cross the road anyways. In one hand he threw me in front of a passing car putting my life before his own, tires were squaling and horns went a blowing as his body and other hand went in panic mode. Once we arrived safely through the street Walter and I casually walked down the side without a care in the world, until we passed a strange black fellow in matching attire black suit and tie with the white undershirt passing us a brief case.Approaching the park bench Walter grabbed me and began to eat his breakfast Ouch I tried screaming out with pain to only realize my mouth was gone, and began to taste the remains of coffee and toothpaste which made his usually morning rituals. As we sat down on the park bench a nice seemingly innocent pigeon flew up beside us and being the good samaritan Walter was tore a piece of his breakfast off and threw it to him. He watch it sail by and turned back his head locking his eyes on me. My body began to quiver as Walter grasped me tighter and tighter I could feel my edges beginning to wear down a little bit and crumb in his grasp. That damn bird inched closer and closer to us taking baby step along the top edge of the bench, then dove at Walter it was something I had never seen before two things fighting over me, I mean yea my cousins had it happen to them all the time but they hung out in coffee shops and breakfast resturant but me no my whole life was spent in the grocery store just waiting for someone to pick me up. So Walter hurled me toward his briefcase clearing it I landed safely over top of it but made a rough landing bouncing across the concert and close to the curb. When the Pigeon flew to get he must of had a rough land because the last I saw of him he was on top of the case and coming right for me but never made it down. Then all of sudden Walters briefcase began to jump around up and down up and down pausing between each jump maybe a second or two and jumped right on past us. Not two seconds latter a fine looking girl, who I thought Walter should of been chasing came sprinting past us screaming her lungs out in one of those high pitch and unnesscary screams. Followed but what else but then that stupid breifcase, Walter took off trying to catch up he suit blowing in the wind and the briefcase firing off lasers right and left at everything that stood in its way blowing up a few cars and causing everyone to run and scream. Walter reached down and picked me up run me into the middle of street and just stood there until the breifcase finally saw us there together it made a beeline for us as Walter began to burn my buns over the top of a recently blown up car. Then thats when I saw it for the second time the damn pigeon had been inside of the case the whole time making a fool of the town inching closer to the pigeon Walter raised me in the air

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On a cool summer days the breeze softly flows through the open windows of the two story 1930's style ranch home my grandparents, parents and now I have grown up in. Tip toeing around dirty and clean clothes thrown a strew on the hard wood floors, reaching down I grab a T-shirt taking a big whiff my eyes begin to water, nose cringe and its flung quickly against the opposite wall. Now that my eyes are fully open the time of day become surreal, the sun no longer lingers through the shades of my east facing window, but is hanging out above the house. I begin my descend across the room arriving at my open doorway met by a swift punch to the groin by my little turd of a brother and buckle in pain falling to my knees shouting "Im gunna kick your ass when I catch up to you!" That is when the smell struck me like a freight train speeding out of control down the tracks. Immediately  my fa smile begins on my face  and the pain quickly fades away the need for a shirt is forgotten and i run down the hallway grab the banister on the stairs and fling myself around down the first five steps skip the next few and leap off the remaining seven steps like it was nothing knew. When i round the corner I see my little brother on the other side of the table with a a terrified smile one his face like he does not really know if he should be standing there but he knows that my mom is in the same room so she wont let me touch him. At the stove my mother stands with a griddle and a spatula in hand,. Set up on the table is the brown tub of country crock margarine top already off and sitting beside it butter knife resting across the top of the seemingly five pounds of margarine. Laid out beside the butter sits a clear container shape like a piece of cheese with the top open showing stacked to the brim of Kraft cheese. My mom stands there in a pair of blue jeans and an old brown tattered t shirt she got from working a summer camp about fifteen years ago and being the only pregnant worker there.  She calls out to me " Zach are you ready for some lunch," without missing a beat "of course can I help today." Grabbing the recipe I glance over it and read out what we are going to need

2 Slices of Wheat bread
Margarine of choice
2 Slices of Cheese (Kraft)
Garlic
Spatula
Butter knife
Griddle

The only ingredient not already out was the wheat bread, opening the cabinet poking around Sams Club specials of pop tarts, crunchy peanut butter, fruit snacks, and Nacho Cheese Doritos, grab the Sarah Lee Wheat Bread twist the tie off and toss it to the back side of the counter top. "Okay mom what do we do to start?" The run down of instructions followed such a broad and open ended question I just laid out for my mom.
First off we need to Pam spray the pan, throw down a spoon full of margarine and warm up the pan so the margarine takes the shape of the entire pan. Next you want to grab one piece of bread in your left head and spread the margarine evenly on the top working from the inside toward the outside in a circular motion. Turning up the heat underneath the pan plop your now evenly coated bread into the pan butter side down. Repeat the process with the second piece of bread and toss beside the first. Now we need to grab the cheese and place it on top of the first side of bread you put down. Waiting patiently until the cheese and bread become inseparable, you need to flip the first piece on top of the other. Now this is where the process becomes a little tricky, I still cannot perfect it. You have to judge how long each side will rest against the pan. Flipping back and forth to much and you wont melt your cheese but flipping not enough will cause you to toast one side of the sandwich to long. You want a evenly crispy sandwich with circular line running around the edge,  but not burnt to a crisp so much that you spend more time scrapping the burnt off than you do eating the sandwich. Once that point is met you sprinkle a little garlic on the top and around the pan flip two more time and serve cut diagonal into pieces with Doritos of your choice.
Standing over the oven a smile grew from ear to ear causing the bottoms of my teeth to peek through the empty space. The over head fan spun around faster than a figure skater landing a triple axle, stirring the combination of summer breeze and burning cheese through the kitchen. Out the kitchen window two blue jays chase each other through the falling limbs of our weeping willow. As the brown and black speckled beagles howl as they pick up the scent of an early morning rabbit that bounced moseley across the yard. My brother had now escaped the house jumped on the lawn mower and went to town on the tall dry grass of the front lawn. Scared from the noise of the lawn mower a pair of swirls launched them self from the oak tree and deep into the branches of the weeping willow never to be seen again. Sitting sown my moms slides a plate across the bar loaded with Nacho Cheese Doritos and the most beautiful and delicious Grilled cheese I had ever seen. The edges just turning black the butter was burned in a circle motion where the edge of the knife had run thin, and all the way from the inside to the out what crispy not a soft spot in the entire sandwich. Before the end of my first bite My mom yells out at me "Son Where is the stupid twist tie?'

Grilled Cheese

Grilled Cheese sandwich means the world to me. Its not that crazy of a food or even hard to make but my mom would make the best grilled cheese in the world when they were just a little crispy on the edge but not burnt. The cheese inside of it was owey good and not even runny but just perfect. Its one of those sandwichs that no matter how my day had been it would make me joyful. Evverytime when We lost a game or I came home from college and was feeling blue she cooked me one and i felt right at home. I can remember the night we learned that there was a possibility I may have been having a baby my mom freaked out and she was crying and all full of emotions and could not bear it anymore she didnt even let me talk it was like 3 in the morning and I just broke down with her she looked right at me and just said Zach would like a Grilled Cheese and some Nacho Cheese Doritos. I think it was her own way of dealing with stress or escaping a longer and harder talk we were going to have but what ever the reason It stopped my tears made me laugh and brought me closer to her. Another memorie of Grilled Cheese I have is when she taught me how to make one, I was like 18 and was finally learning how to make the easiest food in the world but we sat there and made like three burnt two of them and left one too soggy for my liking just wasteful but It was good time. Some of my best memories come with my mom and a grilled cheese sandwich, Like back when we live in the house in Bois D Arc and me and Josh my brother would be out all day roaming the country side and riding bikes all day up and down the dead end street we live on we would go out to the water tower and back we would run up down ride the bikes to the school and play on the playground and almost everytime we would get a grilled cheese sandwich of course I would only get one because i was the younger brother and my older brother josh wold always eat mine before i could get even close

My Own Heaven

 on a fall morning in 2011-take it as though the first time i went to this place when i was home for fall after my hecktic life was coming to an end-I sat and went to this spot day after day-built a bench out of river rocks to sit theree-Then one afternoon I went to my spot and low and behold there sat my grandfather-Wwent to telling me how he use to come down here when he was younger- when he met my grandma this is where he took her and they feel in love growing up in high school-

It all began on a day unlike any other back in the fall of 2011, following a night I would not soon forget. With the windows rolled down and my head resting gently on the window seal my eyes fixed on the stars staying still as we went seventy-five down the barren highway. Not a cloud in the sky obstructed the view of the beach ball sized moon rising in the distant. A bump in the road bounced my head off the window seal making my eyes finally blink, looking back at my mother, my cheeks tighten, dimples formed and a sense of happiness fell over my body. Her eyes focused, both hands tightened their grip around the wheel, as her body was exhusted, from spending the entire day parked beside that hospital bed, praying franticily beside someone, I did not even know existed, he would come to and walk out of that place a better man. Taking it all in and knowing good and well she had no desire to look my way I gently rested my face onto the cool window seal once again finding the moon, my little hair that was left flew in every direction as tears rolled out of my eyes, nothing else matter at that moment. Not even why my mother looked like hell, or where we had been the whole day, or even who I was, all that seemed important was the moon and how It stayed perfectly in place as we flew down the highway inching our way closer and closer to the edge of highway. 
We pasted hundreds if not thousands old tattered and bending telephone poles lit up by a full moon, small town city limit sign blew by us in a flash words all a blur. Speed limit signs might as well been flatted to the ground or turned to the side, flying by with no regard with what the speed limit might have been. Soft soothing soundwaves of Led Zeplain made their way between the roaring wind on the night, Jimmy Page guitar riffs standing up the hairs running down my forearms followed by small bumps making their way to surface of my skin, causing my whole body into a shiver. As the minutes turned into hours we turned off the smooth sailing of the highway, we turned onto our country road litter with loose gravel, leaves and twigs, toward the house that I called home for the past ten years. Pulling into the driveway the moon blasting its reflection onto the empty front yard giving way to the silouette of the fifites ranch style house.
Opening the door swinging my barefeet to the gravel driveway thanking the good Lord I had finally made it home. Slowly raising myself out the passenger seat I felt like a infant my legs began to shake, losing all confidence in my legs I fell backwards into the passenger seat. Embraccing my defeat of the first attempt, grabbing the car door once again thrusting myself to an upright position, with my body now feeling my age again, I high step across the driveway crunging in pain as each and every little rock pierce and stick into the heel of my feet stopping every few steps to dust them off take a breather and make my way forward toward the soft brumunda grass awaiting my like a trophy at the end of a basketball tournament. Once safely arriving at the cool dew lined grass in my front yard my body once again collapses and falls face forward onto the grass. Not wanting to face the embarssment of another failure before making it to the front door, weighing the benefits of being inside and laying right here in the grass, my mind is made up and I continue to lay in the grass. Hearing ever so often the echoing sounds of Coyotes calling back and forth to each other all around.
After laying on the grass the back of my tshirt was not damp and began pruning my back in the process. Glancing down at the watch on my left wrist the time read off 5:00 AM, my body still going strong I put both palms face down on the grass and pushed myself to feet again grabbed my shoes, took off for a walk. Making my way up the gravel road litter lined the edges of road. Beer cans, soda bottles, and plastic bags drew my attention one every fifteen or two paces. Reaching a gated strip of land, planting my foot on the bottom rusty barb wire fence my great grandpa put up when he bought the land back in 1886.(Nicholson) Top foot went onto the top wire and jumped to the ground making my way further into uncharted territory, making a sharp turn to the east this is when the adventure really started.
Orange and Yellow engulfed trees line a beaten down walkway whining back and forth around hundred-year-old stumps slowly wearing away from past seasons full of snow, ice and bugs burrowing, deep down, inside to find some warmth. Soothing breezes scatter leaves to and fro across the pathway and collect against thousand-year-old sycamore trees growing like a skyscraper toward the sky. Perched looking for any sort of moment on the ground an owl waits patiently for his next meal to scurry for his morning breakfast. Tip Toeing through bushes lined with thorns the walkway ends at the edge with what appears to be seventy feet of straight drop. A fresh cutting of alfalfa flows across with the breeze overwhelming the air. Songbirds began to wake up for the first time, calling out to one another seemingly begging for attention. Leaves begin to crunch and crackle with the small footsteps of grey and red squirrels scratching frantically for anything to store away. Sun rays make their way through the maze of vines and limb finally reaching the ground floor and exposing the most adventurous and captivating sight one could lay eyes on. Below the rock's ledge, a river twist for endless miles slowly cruising from east to west with its banks bending around thousand-year-old sycamores and old barbed-wire fencing. My eyes reach further out caught by a sight one can merely dream of the shade of the bluff being scared slowing away across a mile-wide bottom by the rising sun. Reaching down with  right hand, I run my finger through the cool wet moss and wipe the dirt from my forehead. In the distant, the owl gives off a hoot answered with an awaking and alarming gobble of turkeys waking up closer than normal. With my left hand, I hold on to the small sapling rooted in deep in the cracks of the bluff and through my legs over the edge, and into cracks broken away by the millions of years of ice and rain. Switching stability and trust of the solid ground to hopes and prayers of the rock edge make my way down, what, in reality, the fifteen foot descends. Moving sideways every now and again to miss the tiny stream flowing over the rock on its way down to the river as well. Getting only about five feet from the ground I let go, falling the rest of the way to the ground, landing in a monstrous pile of leaves covering me everything from the waist line to my feet. Walking out of pile brushing the tiny broken pieces of leaves off the worn down and tattered wrangler blue Jean. Another path begins appearing to be the one less traveled winding its way through endless amounts of small ankle ripping thorn bushes, small streams making their way to the waters edge. The path begining to become harder and harder to follow up and over rotten fallen trees jumping over them continuing on the few couple hour adventure. Looking up my eyes fixed, where I could only imagine the path would lead to, a mammoth weeping willow sat on the edge of the river. In full bloom I slowly made my way through its damp filled branch cooling my face in the process once inside the size and age become real. The trunks base could not be contained in my 6 foot arm span, the roots span out for yards and buldging up out at the edges of the falling branching.



My grandfathers spot-where he took grandma-where he went to escape-How he will still go down there and venture even to this day at age 77-

my place

My home away form is is not just a spot but it is where the wind is slowing flowing past your face the cool air after a while starts to stings the end of your finger tips. There is fog that rises up from beside and after a few hours makes you moist to the touch. Whippler Wiles howl and wheeping willows flows to the ground, I had one chair that sits underneath the dripping willows and it is almost silent. the sounds of bullfrog croak and startle me. freshly cut alfafa makes my body and mind back to a simple time of day. Its the smell that just makes my body feel better. the sun slowly is creeping over the bluff and a turkey goobles as he wakes up from his long nights rest which starts a event of owl howling and birds slowly flying past me. The cruch of leaves begin to crackle as a squirel bounces around looking for his breakfast

squirells runing and flying between trees. The river water flowing and fishing jumping in the air  and splashing back to the water. A Bluff the sun worms and crickets bouncing around. I can see clover patches and a fence in the dintance when i look to my left leaves take over my sight but there is one cow out by herself eating her morning crass. I can see an old tire to the right of me and a rabbit eating the clover next to it when a springsis flowing from the top of the bluff down on top of the rock and working its way through the rock i can see the moss on the rocks where the water flows and i see bvinces and sycamore trees behind me the dirt on my fingers tips make me feels at home like ive been climbing all morning there is a deer and her fawn across the river just hoppoing a fence to start there breakfsast and  three of four turkey are flying down from sycamore trees

Leaves crunching fishi slapping trhe water bullfrog croak i can hear the water falling five or six feet from the rocks and the cow that is all by her self she is crying out for somewone come and find her like she is lost band know one even cards in the distancei can hear the trukey goobles and the sound of there wings opening up for the first time that morning an owl calls back to the turkeys and makes the feel welcome. No cars make a sound there is nothing or miles I can hear birds chirping back and for and the sound of quail grabs my attemtion the bob white call is answered bac k and forth and bakand forth every 30 seconds the winds is slowly moving the leaves on the whipping willow and making them touch together and make a small purr like a kitten but when the wind picks up it begins to whistle.

the slimmy moss of the rocks slide through my fingers and make them moist with the cold spring water. The leaves are like fall when i reah down to pick them up the crumble in my fingers and make become like powder. The whepping willow tree has leaves that are always green and they are still dammp forom the dew that morning they slide through my finger5s and glide as thought they had gel on them on the ground is covered in the small grass and short dew still covering it when i reach down the tie my shoe a crickets lands on my hand and the a butter fly on the top of my head I can feel the wind as it begins to pick up and then i can feel the sun blasting my face as it forces it way through the fog of that early moring . My lawn chair behind me is becoming weak and frail but still has the feel of worned down pair of blue jeans to it

the water in the breeze i can smeell the fresh cut of alfafa hay when it just engulfs your nostrills and make it like i could sleep to I can smell the smell of rain you know when the clouds roll in and its just that time of day and the atmosphere gets a little colder its going to sprinkle on us a little bit. I can smeel the cattle and what has to be coming from the barn a mile away. NO other changes hit me beside =s maybe the smell of thie cigar i hae in my mouth I can smeel it as meets the dew and the fog of the morning and i can tell that nothing else is going to matter th3e smell of the alfafaf oavvverwhelms my nosrills and sits me back down in the lan chair.

The only tast that i have is the ciar in my mouth it is a black and mild winde kand it is just delicious i dont quite know why i enjoy it so much but when the sun reaches over the top of the bluff which i s behind me and the river is flowing it just seems right When Im done with it i go down to the spring and I grabe my cup and ill it with the water flowing over the moss when i take a drink it feels like an ice cubes is flowing through my toung adnd i can get ahit of limestone and grass in it know that this is just water flowing over a rock i was not expercting the best tast in e the world or anything. IWhen i grahb a berry from the tree beside me a sour and sweet takes over my tounge is trying to retract like when i ate my first warhead I can taste a Sour after taste it so sour that i have to run back to spring to flood my mouth with soumething elseand when i get ba k to rivers edge I can taste.

This area is my spot where i take the load off. When i can sit down and know that this  is where i could lay down an d dies gecause imam content for once. This are is down by river on my grandfathers land I use to go down there and just contemplate whho i really am or why i am in this world. This sport is quiet I caught the smallest and the iggest fish of my life here. Ive went days where nothing would ev en touch my luere and then there are days when i could barely get it in the water and ia fish would be on it. I can remeind one day walking down the bluff and crawling over the rocky spring and realizing that my chair was gone that the last flood had washed it away and though to mysrlf what in the worl am i going to do. SO i sat down t the river and contentempated i trhew rock s across skipping them to and fro trying to see just how many time the would skip across it wasnt an amazing day it was a little cold and i did not have the right kind of attire on the be walking in the river so when the time and i needed somewhere to sit I grab the rocks on teh river and began to create a chair.

Three Lizards

Looking at something that puzzles my brain a little bit their are all kinds of things going on in this picture first off we have three lizards on top of what looks like folded pieces of naspkins. The one on the far left of the screen is the fattest of all three, looking like he just ate a full dinner of smaller lizards he has got a curly tail like something a rattle snake would be coiled up in before he attacks his prey. The lines on him range from red to yellow to light blue. The yellow parts of his body remind of a an alligator scales each one is differnet and has an equally size black dot probably the size of a tick. His claws remind me of markers from back in the day the brand croyla when they were just black bodies and then they had the colored tips to show the difference b/w them this little yellow guy has his face looking at a green lizard the biggest of the three not in width but in length. His body is curved in almiost a half moon shape grren on the body with red polka dots on his sides and legs. going down the spine of this creature are half black and red diamonds kind of like a ying yang just witht he color red instead of white he to has some strange claws like shotgun shells and red blending sort of in with the backdrop. His face is almost butted up to the third and smallest lizard of the three must be the girl of the group. She is slinder and smooth looking. Reminding me of newt or gecko with the way her tail is constructed she has two blue eyes on either side of her fae and starting from the outside working in is laced with a black strip pencil thickness a red stripe again pencil thickness a flowing green strip that bubbles in her belly and a orange strip runing down the middle. In the middle they are all surronding a blue feather.

Dream story

Inside a shop that a girl practically owns once we get inside and mess around for s while start get comfy with the family they invite me to stay for a cookout and do a little shooting so chip leads me out the maze of back rooms and I try to keep up I grab something trip over things notice chip is pulling draws out trying to shake me or something but he can't lose me once we get outside I realize I'm the only one outside and the rest of the group comes out in a frantic mode b asking whee he is I was right behind him the whole time bout the time ee comes out a big lady walls out and everybody yells it's Heidi and she runs back in about that time as things couldn't get any worse the shop is on fire and people are stealing all kinds of thing breaking into cars everything add I sprint to my car parked on Tue front I see people inside of it hundreds of people are running with arms full of stuff I start running people over to get to the car once I get to my car I do a full dive through the driver side window side across the center console and grab my gun in its holster along the door when I finally get out I put my shoulder holster on and make my way back toward brandy and some one comes up and tries to grab my wallet and extra clip as I pull my gun I just point it at them and say really when I fire a shell they all stop

Taz art

How to describe today, I'll try in a few words, invigorating and eventful not what some people would call a Wednesday afternoon but to me this is all I could mustard up. Eventful because opportunities slapped me in the face and I was ready. Not many times can I say I was ready been trying to practice what I peach not living a planned out life is a Wii bit harder than most think of even harder than I led it on top be. When we look at a normal day does it involve glorify him or is it just another day that I go about and wake to find I've honestly done nothing the day before. How do you change how would I be happy with what I have become am I going to sit back or an I going to take ahold of the reigns and let go. I see many different people big cups small one they are living half full and both half empty. The swagger in their walk reminds me someone trying to avoid a lost friend they forgot all about. It's been almost a year since I last saw you and since I truly felt like you were there for me. I love you bro and I'm sorry it had to be me wish I'd known the final results when I moved out that day or even that the crazy birch would lead me astray should listen to you but all I could was red thought you were the devil and had to leave you as a friend now I know better and I can finally see clear the way I was acting was being the devil with no hair the pitchfork was in my right hand you were an artist not claiming to be a man. Miss our crazy adventures and the plans we use to make your gold Ford ranger wasn't even that great but we kicked it more than anyone else seen me live my life to frugal for anybody else I seem to be rambling and maybe I am but I got to get this feeling off of my chest. Goodbye one more time I wish you knew this was a final try. Hope you make out bough with the art I'll never see taz was going out to blow some trees

20 words

The dreams that entered my mind slowly began to become reality as my crusty eyes opened up for the first time that morning. I could remember just a few bits and pieces of last nights adventures through the dream world. The world was my stomping ground, and I sat in wanderlust jumping on plane from plane. Riches never found my pocket, my pockets never bursted open from having to much money. With only one goal in mind I took off with simplicity in mind. My front right pocket jingled with four dollars of loose change, quarters, dimes, and nickle. The feeling of summer overwhelmed me and all my worryies disappeared. In what seemed to be the distance the sounds of children running and seagulls barking, waves crashing one after another, my eyes could not make out when the clouds ended, A strange feeling came over me I could not stop this adventure I did not even choose to be here my mind droped me into this bright and sleepy atmosphere. As the cloud began to roll away with the southern breeze my right foot started to pop up little goosbumps, the feelings made my head come off sand, my eyes adjusted to the sun and realized the clouds had rolled away and what was left was the setting sun, my body felt like butter as the sun bounced off my seemingly soaked body. This feeling became stranger and stranger as I sat there just watching and watching I could not take my eyes off it, My emotions felt like saying wow, but i could not even say a word my jaw began to drop, weighted down by a 45 pound weight and i could find no way how to raise ti back up to my upper row of teeth. As I walked down the beach my toes began to rub against either other as those my feet were in the water for just a wii bit to long. Someone stopped me half way down and beach, but not just anyone this person was whimsichal, and colorful most likely the life of any party.The first phrase that came out of my mouth could not have made me sound more of a Hick. Hey yall how are you doing today? His response surprised me and caught me off guard, stop stop it right now nobody even thinks about saying that me anymore everyone seems to think just by the way I look I am just a wii bit Wacky, but i could not stop it my hick accent just came out and all the slang flowed out of my mouth as thou the amazon started deep down in my stomach and it was the rainy season. I said " man everything you say blows my mind your type of life reminds me of someone who doesnt even care tehy just come and take life as it come not even asking anyone. His reply again blew my mind "Ya man you mean fungo, like he just made that word up or something. "cool cool yea i understand completely what your saying man but come on fungo. For sure man and then he just disappeared as quick as he showed up in my dream. I did not even have time to finish the conversation with my patented phrase alrighty than and then just walk away. Who in the world did i Just meet? Where did he disappear to? I thought his name was Doug, you know what im Bound and deteremined his name was Doug. When my eyes began to open and the realization sat in this was all just a dream, as I rushed out of bed the sounds of my family downstairs reminded me of Christmas morning when everyone is shouting and screaming trying to get you to wake up. The smell of my favorite food tickled my nostrils leading me to finally open my eyes  completely. My body feeling knackered from the entirnity i just woke up, leaving me crazier than a pet coon. As I slide my legs across the bed I drop them to the icles I call my hardwood floor and am met by a wet sloppy kiss, yelling bet diesal thank you so much I love you buddy. Diesal let me get up please you little turd I need to get to the bathroom and feed this fish. My eyes sit in awe as the colorful and wacky aquascape I just created blew my mind. My favorite thing about the morning, I can finally  releive myself and not have to worry about anyone hearing me not using the backglass and screaming Indubably to nobody insight.