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18, 1980, Brian "El Arma" Estardio was forsaken. Of Cuban and Irish descent, he is the offspring of an alcoholic and deadbeat man, Alfie Estardio; his mother was a chain-smoking, relief collecting, abusive woman, Maurine O'Connor. Standing at a cool…
me?" "Get bent, Todd. I've only known you for four months!" "But.." stammered Todd, "You're the one! The one!" "Uh huh." She quizzically raised a brow, "Do I look like J-lo to you? Does every meaningless relationship have to end up in marriage?" …
a favourite pastime of mine, along with being lazy and slacking off. I don't blame myself for these dastardly ways; I blame my friends. Okay, I lied. I blame the government. Who glorifies indolence and being powerful? Who can get away with murder and…
feel fear as you drift off to sleep? Have you ever worried that you might not wake up? I may not fear staying asleep, but I have felt the panic induced by nightmares of my own creation. It amazes me just how real it can feel. As I drifted to sleep…
loud shriek of inspiration mixed with thousands of thoughts. Once upon a time there lived a small girl, she was the first of a new generation. This generation would change the way people live, people love and most of all, the way people think. …
author John Pekkanen uses Authority, Emotion, and Fact in a non-biased manner to discuss the topic of medical treatment of severely mentally ill individuals. Pekkanen's authority in this piece is clearly identifiable to the reader. He is good…
years ago this month and thoughts of going back to school to get my MBA have filled my head every day since. It has been a dream of mine to follow in my mother's footsteps and get an MBA with a focus on entrepreneurship. Now that I have been accepted…
child in this day and age has become a lot harder then it was in the past. Many questions arise on how to properly raise them, such as: Is spanking really the answer? Should I let them do their own thing or spend every waking minute with them? How can…
at the blue sky. The wall of snow, around me, felt like a chasm. All I could hear were two birds fluttering among the dry pine tree branches. Time stood still, just for me. My heart felt so heavy that I was suffocating. I was all alone underneath the…
in my wallet in somewhere of my bag, they might be some utensils, as an eraser, books, etc. But among the most important things I carry with me are those things, which I keep a great respect, or some things that their value have a great meaning in…
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