A Regular Teen Tradition

It was around ten guys walking into Safeway to buy some toilet paper. Naturally, this would look suspicious if we only bought toilet paper at 1:00 am in the morning, so we bought a box of cheerios to indicate that we were buying thirty-six rolls of toilet paper for a more practical use and not for our own amusement. We all pulled our innocent smiles and glanced at the cashier person who was just blankly stared at us

In a situation like this you always put an excuse to why you are buying so much toilet paper in the first place. As the tradition goes you put the blame on someone who has bowel issues in the group and in desperate need for toilet paper. Unfortunately, I was the one with the problem (I had to act the part).

We walked out the store with a huge bag of toilet paper and a box of cheerios, proud of accomplishment of buying toilet paper and not looking suspicious about it.

The Bug Connection

It just happened to be one of those hot summer days with the sunlight shining through my window burning off the skin of my cranium. I opened up my window to let the hot air race into my house and fill every corner of my room. (Never really minded hot air as long as I had a fan). As I go back to sit down on my computer a small fly buzzes into my room, slipping by my defenses (my window net was also open.........idiot). He gently plots himself in front of my speaker and waited patiently for the rampaging sound waves that could make the earth shudder.

The fly had probably experienced this type of feeling before so he knew what to expect. Unaware of my guest I cranked up the volume to a level so high that it puts the shrieks of sirens at bay. The vibrations made my floor rumble and the objects on my desk came alive with motion, but the fly remained motionless. I caught him out of the corner of my eye just sitting there with not a care in the world and just listening to the music, he was the same as me. At that moment I had an understanding with another creature, he was just there to enjoy the ride like me. We sat there for hours giving staring at each other, but not one movement (think he excreted on my speaker). When the music stopped he twitched and spread his wings. He got what he wanted and was about to set out on a new adventure. He jumped from the speaking and soared through the hot breeze. I watched him as he out, he didn't move far but to one of my neighbor’s apartment. He perched himself on the window sill and waited for the doors to open, eventually they did but had another surprise for him.

The Finest Woman in New York

New York is an international metropolis, a fashion Constantinople of the world. New York is a mass of concrete towers that challenge god, the neon lights illuminating the night sky, the constant sound of a car horn, the smell of hot pretzels looming over the crowd of people, the designer shops line the neighborhood, but above all was the women. The women patrolled the streets radiating with beauty, a regular man would not be able to avert his eyes. As I took my first steps in the heart of Manhattan I was overwhelmed with smells of fruit perfume, glossy hair brushing past my face leaving but a short strand of DNA of find them again. Their skin was so smooth it was like I was moving through oil (maybe their skin was really oily), it left me wanting more. As I progressed through the city my hormones sky-rocketed, I could only intake so much. Each woman was beautiful in their own unique way but one women stood above the rest. You would think the most prettiest women in the world would be among the girls that strut down the streets in their five-inch heels with not a care in the world, but I found her deep in china town. She worked in a small shop below the ground where there was no light. I walked in front entrance during a weekend only to be swarmed by people, there was no way for me to maneuver to the counter to place my order. As I struggled and patiently waited for passage I was able to catch a glance at the woman in the back, she was the only one working and cooking for all these people. My turn finally came for me at the cash register and to wait at the counter for my order. Her face consisted of no make-up but only the sweat that trickled down her face, her hair was strangled in the back desperate to flow freely. She moved back and forth in the kitchen dealing with mountain of orders, obviously she was exhausted which made talking to her difficult. Beyond all of this she still looked beautiful, as she worked her large light blue eyes shifted around the room analyzing her surroundings and every once in a while her eyelids closed shut to show off her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. Her red lips pressed gently against each other when she was under stress and only opened to let out a deep sigh. She managed to pull off a smile at each customer flashing her gleaming white teeth. Her neck was long straight, she held her neck up high giving the woman true class. Her chest flustered and moved naturally, the slim body with only a little fat enough to cling to. The legs that were all shaved and ran so smoothly against each other, the arched feet that were pampered with pink nail polish shining of the toe nails. Even under all these work conditions she was beautiful .She was a natural beauty and didn't need any make-up or implants for her to be beautiful. All the women that I encountered before didn't compare to her, she stands as the finest woman in New York.

The end of brotherhood

Your mind is a library containing all your knowledge and experiences. The library is always open to new books to be added to the collection, every person or object you come into contact with is always a new book waiting to be read. In high school my library started to fill at a fast rate each book had its own unique story to tell, each book had their own specific characters and list of emotions portrayed. It isn't always a good story in those books, there are a always some that are kind of dull or overly dramatic but essential nonetheless to your overall mindset.

There's always a way you can tell when a book is about to finish and without looking at the pages. You start to reflect on the book, you start to remind yourself of the highlights of the book. The fun and epic stories, the upsetting ones flooded with drama and anger, you even start to remember the little details of each character. You move on to the next phase, the books purpose and how it inspired you. I recall every book that opened up in my life shaped my personality and who I am today regardless if that book was a bad one. If you can understand both you can move on to the next step.

Accepting that the book is finished and its time to move on to a different section of the library, its time to visit something new and experience something out of your comfort zone, who knows whats in store for you. The best part is that you can always go back to the old books that will be shelved in the back, and always open for you to read once again.