i ask early how many of you have blogs
and rarely does half the class raise their hands, not even a quarter of them do
which makes me happy and sad. happy because i dont wanna do something everyone does
and sad because i love to read good blogs and there are fewer and fewer of them each day
and im sure these kids living by the beach
in southern california
have a few stories to tell.
it was 95 degrees today in november in los angeles.
pretty girl with dimples told me it was about that by the beach in santa monica.
and still i thought of the lines theyd write if they had blogs:
it was sweaty out when i leaned into her beneath the half burned palm tree…
sand fleas danced on our bare legs when his ringtone blared on her phone…
metallica played my dads airplane hangar when i turned 18…
stuff like that.
to be fair, if I were living by the beach in southern California, with the salt water, and that air, well, I probably wouldn’t blog either cuz I’d be too busy sucking in all that awesomeness every single day and night and it would be all mine, I wouldn’t want or need to share. Yes, I’d give up blogging in a heartbeat for that, and probably less.
you could spend two years writing a 700 page novel about the highs, lows and in-betweens of growing up rich and spoiled on the west side of LA.
or u could be tony and write it in 10 words:
metallica played my dads airplane hangar when i turned 18
Or you could be tired because you’ve worked or been at school all day or this is your first Journalism class or… There are many sides to the same coin. I’m paraphrasing Confuciius, or a fortune cookie.