Fear and Sadness

I am drinking pop in my kitchen back in Mississauga. I am about to go for a smoke with my cousin, and suddenly I realize I can't find my notebooks from Ms. Cosgrove's class. For some reason, she still puts into my heart the grade nine fear everyone felt when near her. All I knew is that since my sweater incident the week before, I could not afford to come to class unprepared again. I called Peter and he said he would photocopy all the semester notes, but that I would have to buy tickets to a Leaf game at the Gardens. I called my cousin and he sent me to Peter's house, where I got some batteries for the keyboard I needed to write my essay as punishment for the original sweater incident. Konrad helped me, and it was a good essay. It was read in class by the teacher herself. I was happy to have a brother that was both smart and vengeful. Somehow, even though we talked about it all the time, Peter and I never went to that game. Yet I remember the Leafs never played the same since...

Due to my deep sadness over not sharing the greatest team play with my best friend at the time. I could not bring myself to post a picture.

Apple Cider and Ipods

I wake up and I see my boss from Domino's Pizza in my room, dressed like a gangster straight out of a movie. He is surrounded by his crew. I tell the shortest one off and send him out for coffee. The boss is impressed with my show of strength yet still watches me get out of bed and start dressing. He is worried about one of his other employees "talking to the police" about some of the business he's been in. For some reason the pizza business is a dangerous and a suspect one. I told him I know nothing on the matter and he pulls out a newspaper and a can of apple cider. He found them in the suspected persons car and wanted to know where he is. He said he always wanted another can of apple cider and decided to keep it. He then went on a rant about how many times he wanted the short man to get him an ipod. I told him which one I had, and then asked how he was getting one. He hit the man that told him a shipment was on the way and made him promise to buy one legally and show the receipt by laminating it and hanging it up among the awards in the pizza shop. I told him about the new Ipod nano video, and he seems intrigued, but still had his sights set on the Ipod touch. I told him it was basically an Iphone without telecommunication capabilities, and he agreed. He then got up and took one of the coffees from the short man who had just returned and served me my coffee. I was back in bed. I remembered the night before, going to the apple cider store and talking to the suspected traitor about the very topic of talking to the police. He wanted to get out of the pizza business and get into the restaurant business. For some reason, he left the cider in the store, and it appeared on my bedroom floor.