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Haven't updated in a while. Many things have happened. I have misplaced my glasses, throw an Easter party, completely rearranged my room. Guest reviewed over at The Blue Book Case( http://thebluebookcase.blogspot.com/)Decided many things. Been a raving lunatic bitch. Decided I am moving. AND, decided that today I enjoy fractured and incomplete sentences. Don't judge me.

Work is hell, really. The drama could kill a person. I've noticed Kris and I argue more since I started working there. I have come to the conclusion it's because the drama and stress from that stupid shop is making me a bitch and a half. The search has begun for another job.

While I love Az.I don't want to be here much longer. For personal reasons mainly, but also because the law in this place is beyond screwy. Sheriff Joe Arpio lives in my town, nough said. So, after we purchase a new vehicle the saving will begin for a move to Connecticut. Why Connecticut? Because I can.

I have a new list of work related idiocy but I don't feel like typing it up now. Later...

My real issue lately with this town is with one boy in particular. He's my younger sisters age (16) a little trench coat wearing, stacker boot walking, long haired, mansonite kid.A good kid, made fun of allot for being different. He can be pretty jerky because he's so picked on he's always ready to fight back. Well last year the kids went from teasing him, to throwing a bomb at him.
That's right, a couple of the kids from school mixed a chlorine bomb (you have 40 seconds to throw it after you mix the solution before it blows) and threw it at my poor boy. It blew up in his face. He inhaled chemical and had severe chemical burns in his mouth, throat, and lungs. Not to mention his eyes and face.
When his mother reported it to the cops, while at the ER, they told her that they didn't believe his story. They said he made the bomb himself and blew it up and then blamed the "good"kids. That night one of those "good" kids made another bomb and threw it through the window of the other "good" kids window. A note attached read "You better not tell." Good kids, right?

So my friends mom pressed charges, a settlement was reached, Dear Boy is suffering from the chemical he inhaled still. He recently developed a lung infection that caused seizures and had to be hospitalized. Because of the seizures, he's developed a twitch and a stutter. But the other kids weren't punished at all. Their parent's have to pay 5 grand a month but THE GOOD KIDS were never forced to even apologize.

Four weeks ago Dear Boy was beaten up when he got off the bus. Forced to the ground and they tried to make him kiss their shoes. When he refused, they kicked him. The cops again refuse to do anything. Because it's Dear boys word against the other kids.

Three weeks ago they broke into his locker and destroyed his textbooks, reading books, the spare pair of pants he kept in there and then gloated when he found them next to his locker and his things were destroyed. The school won't punish the kids because he didn't actually see them do it.

They beat him up again last week.

We have begun waiting in a friends car at his bus stop. Next time those fuckers touch him we'll have video evidence AND the word of a mother (not his mother but like one to him) Those little bastards won't keep getting away with this. Neither will the school.