i've been going thru a trasition from who i naturly am to the opposite of me, usualy im a very kind hearted person but recently the places ive been in have gotten worse and worse and worse, ive moved three diffrent itmes this year and still to no avale with finatual problems, the crim ridden place i live in akes me greatfull for my masters training, other students disrespect him badly but to each his own and the fruit of thweir labor will grow rotten from the tree of their efforts non the less i hate driving so i ride my bike when i can and cycle when its far enough, hey i save gass and i eat alot so i needs my capital to stay alive in such society  but this time was strange, you see for every reaction there is a reaction we all know this from school yes?, diffrance is some plunder into the dark side.. (o yeah its star wars all over again)) master explains that when you lose the reaosn why you train of when your reason for your art is untrue you will always lose. but being in this type of enviroment  you have to get a little bit hard in a sence, dogs following you for food as you see its ribs seeing baby caridges wondering if there is really a baby in it and if there was would you raly be suprised and to the ones who have the half broken gate around the house they are lucky at least they have some defance, i dont complain about my life because hell im alive and to me the arts were created in a time of hardship as a means of agression in order to protect ones self its a memory of agression imbeded in each persons dna and past lives just as instincts were ment to be, this has always been one of my phillosiphys to fighting.

As i keep this strong spirit and moral standard with me i bike fast as im about to be late for school, there are 2 paths, to the left more dangoures and the town gets from bad to worse and to the right is much to long, i usualy take the left path even in the night but the day was no problem no one bothers me in day in that area. im not going to argue with anyone here about how hard they have it in life because the simple rule is to each his own as far as enviroment the same rules apply, i lived in oakland for a short time and biked at night their even, a city with a very high crime and rape status. so taking the path to the left i bike faster and faster as i go onto the cat walk across the freeway i see a little blond girl....... wha?, blue eyes blond hair pink bike........... i get off the bike as to not run her over and ask her... hey you ok?....... ( i cant just leave this little girl when its almost dark) she didnt answer me. i hear myself in the back of my head * leave her and do what you have to* so naturley i start to argue with myself for what seemed like an hour but honestly only about 5 seconds in reality ( i cant leave her) * were going to be late for class and you will fail* ( dont care i win haha good prevails) i put my bike down and ask her
( you need help?) she says ^ no not really^ in a three year old voice , will somone come and get you soon? yeah my sister is comming to take me back to daddy i dont want to go home .... ok well im not leaveing till you get home do you have your sisters phone number?  she says no......... ok well ill stay with you till your sister gets here.
 a moment later her sister comes and i dont want ther to think she is talking to some strange teenager so i start to leav she stops me and says. hey!........ yeah whats up kid..... im marisa whats your name... im dante........ will you be my friend?
 so my hard exterior was immideatly broken by somthing that you only see in the movies my bodys tensness ( i cant spell i know shut up) relaxed and my mind went from closed to open in that instant as if a flood came over fire......... yeah of course ill be your friend....... well if you get home ill be your friend ok?
 she sayd ok and i was on my way...... the intire bike ride over i had no deffence it was strange.... i was broken of hard spirit and took no offance to what i saw with y eyes in this littl quarintiened town that society wanted nothing to do with