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24 September 2009 - 11:45 PMYes, even the fat ones.
24 September 2009 - 11:40 PMMurdered?
Craigslist is the bad neighborhood of the internet. Like a ghetto, it is full of scams and illicit prostitution. Any woman you see in the personals section is actually a guy who either wants your money or some pictures of you sans clothes. At one point, a man used craigslist to amass an army of look-alikes so he could rob a bank without being pursued. It's also where you can go to buy used, probably stolen goods for a sensible price.
24 September 2009 - 11:05 PMWould if I could, college is sucking up all my cash.
18 September 2009 - 12:04 AMNot much love to go around these days, is there?
13 January 2009 - 10:26 PMOn Halloween this year, I dressed up entirely in black and put on my gas mask. I heard a group of people chatting at the library, so I shimmied under the bushes and up to the corner next to them. I began scraping my can of silly string against the brick building. abruptly, the chatter stopped. I scraped again. I heard footsteps, someone coming to investigate. It was show time.
His shadow floated into my field of vision, and I shot into the lamplight. I yelled at the top of my lungs, making screeching animal noise as I gave him a facefull of aerosol rubber. Teenage boys bolted into the parking lot. My mask distorted my voice into a buzzing retch as I strafed the seated rows of girls and danced before the main entrence, stomping and crumping before chasing the smallest kid out onto the asphalt. Halfway into the lot, I relented. I pivoted my head back to the corner as a tank pivots it's main gun. Two boys had regrouped, stooped like ballers in the flickering light. I stared, and then exploded towards them. They fled like bugs from an overturned rock, into the safety of some brick pillars. Through fogged lenses I distinguished figures staggering back, throwing, of all things, a fruit box into my path. I powered through the obstacle and arrived at my original position. No one moved. Occluded eye sockets stared at me. I figured it was done.
I planted my feet, and took a bow.
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