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I love those DDR machines... There's a movie theater close by that has one, and it really is entertaining to watch- especially the ones who have never done it before. I've had the urge to do that... I applaud you on bravery and spontaneity. XD

Well, today I was walking home. I was early because band didn't happen today. (or at least I hope it didn't) So it was like 2:00. I picked up some stick on the way and started swinging it around. It's a good stick; not too thin, not too thick. I was having some fun hitting trees, and this one plastic bottle, having a good old time; and then some cop (a po-po) comes drivin' up and he steps out and starts talking to me. He said that somebody called because they thought it was a pipe or something. I said I was just swinging it around, hitting bushes and stuff, and then he's like : "As long as it's not cars." or something like that. I was nice about it, because I didn't want to get in trouble, but he made it easy because he was real nice about it. Then he asked me if I was a student, and I said, yeah, and the GED's are going on so the schedule's all messed up. Then he said how he has children in highschool too and he knows what I'm talking about. So he went away and nothing happened. A funny thing that I think happened, because it's happened before, is that a po-po will think I'm some sort of criminal, but then when he looks at my face and my eyes, and listens to my speech, he knows that I'm not causing any trouble. It happened before with my friend Brandon. We were lighting (illegal) firecracers,(black cats) and somebody called. (of course.) so he comes up, and we happened to be lighting stuff with our lighter; just like sticks and random stuff. So of course he's like, "What are you guys smoking in there?" He thinks we're smoking something, of course that's what he'd expect. We said nothing and for some reason he believed us. I guess he didn't smell anything. He said that what we were doing was illegal and that we should stop. It was so funny, because at the end we were just talking about this lighter that looks like a huge match. We were actually laughing about it. He said it would be good for a grill, and we agreed. (of course) It got really silly and then he said that he wouldn't confiscate our firecrackers, or tell our parents or anything, so we got away from it completely clean. I can't help but feel like if I was persay, some sort of minority, then things would have happened differently. I think that I handle situations like that perfectly. Also, about the first story: I did kinda look like a criminal, I guess. I had this big semi-gangsta-ghetto-fabulous-winter-coat on (which is really warm) and this black stocking cap. So, once I turned around and looked at him, he could see some sort of benevolence in my face, I think. From about 10:30 to noon earlier this day, before this incident, I was dancing with pretty girls. (That's how I live my life, beautiful women, police officers with guns, drugs....well maybe not that.) We were doing the Tango. I'm so lucky, my first dance partner was the most beautiful girl...well, that I know, or that's at Lincoln High or my other school. So I automatically get the best girl, and she's like: "Jack, do you want to be my partner?" Really cute, and I'm like, "Yeah." nodding. Like I'm not going to want to be her partner. My second partner was good too. That couldn't have gone that much better, I have to say.