| Excerpts from a few stories I'll never write:
People ask me why I'm a drug dealer. It's simple. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. All life ever gave me was cocaine and baking soda . . .
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, at least that's what they say."
"Then I wish I was a quadriplegic, so that everyday when I woke up I could take comfort in my marvelous strength. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
So much for simple answers. I just stared through the window into the night and the snow illuminated on the ground.
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| So. . . I'm in Hawaii. Just moved here yesterday. Kona. Yeah. Pretty cool. I'm just getting adjusted, you know, bought groceries today, trying not to get lost. Basically the people I'm living with now are all moving in a week or two so I don't want to get too attached.
I haven't written on xanga for a long time and I feel like I don't know what to say. I don't have any dumb jokes at the moment. That was pretty much all I used to share anyway. Sooner or later I'll write a big email with a complete update. Until then I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm doing well. Maybe I'll see some of you at Christmas. I didn't think I was coming back for the holidays, now it looks like I am. Talk to you all soon (hopefully),
Cole
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| Go to Hell. I hear it's lovely this time of year.
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| YES!!! I was sitting in Aldrich Park today and somebody tried to share the Gospel with me. First time ever. It's seventh week senior year, but hey, it brightens my day.
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