“I feel bad”
“Now you know how people feel when they look at your face”
“Ugh rude and disrespectful”
“Whatever”
“Why you gotta be so rude?”
“Oh my god I love that song”
“I know right! We are gonna be besties”
“Totes!”
“You want Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte?”
“Does the sun come up from the west? Of course I want Starbucks!”
“Ok first of all, the sun comes up from the east”
“Omg no way, I totally read on the quiz it rises from the west”
“Brittany that was a true and false quiz. You need Jesus.
“I’m Buddhist I believe in reincarceration.”
“Reincarnation?”
“Yea, that makes me pretty after I’m dead or something right? Wait no, I think that’s plastic surgery”

Hi my name is Richard and I like basketball. Ive been playing it since i was eight when my mom bought us a basketball hoop for christmas. After that all my neighbors used to come over to play and thats all we did all day. I thought I was going to go to the NBA for the longest time until one day I realized that I was 5’9 and white. 5’9 white guys don’t make it into the NBA. However I still love basketball and I played on the varsity and jv teams for my high school. Today I still play ball every once in a while at the park.

My name is David Jett. I enjoy long walks on the beach, playing drums in my band, working out, and practicing mixed martial arts. My band, manifest me, has been around since sophomore year of high school and we’ve played many shows all around NYC and Long Island. We recorded a debut EP a year ago along with our first single about 6 months later. I’ve been practicing Japanese Jiu Jitsu for about a year now and ever since I discovered it, it has been a hobby along with kickboxing and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (mma).

About a shift ago

-The server life chronicles

Exterior:    Another loaf of bread? But of course, right away. Is the steak a little overcooked? I completely apologize for that, ill have the cooks sear up a fresh one for you.  And, here is your bill, it has been a pleasure serving you, i hope you have enjoyed your experience.

4.00 tip

Interior: Thanks for digging deep guy,now i can afford to buy like a whole slice of pizza. No reason to call my manager over to complain about my service.It’s not my fault our cook messed up your food, there’s no reason to give me an attitude. You’re lucky i need this job, i would have “accidentally” spilled our blistering hot potato soup all over your lap.(inhale and exhale) Just keep it calm Freddy, smile and move on to the next one.

I love snowboarding, diving, surfing, sky diving, biking, and any other thing that pumps some adrenaline. This is the way I have been my entire life, and having all older brothers, plus the pressures that brings, made my addiction to extreme sports even more prevalent. The thing about adrenaline and fear is that the more I experience them, the higher my tolerance becomes. Before, diving with tiger sharks at night 180 feet on a sunken boat really thrilled me, now it’s just another dive. So what am I to do to be able to continue to supply myself with constant adrenaline? it is a hard question, however not impossible. There are always new ways to even adapt already existing activities. Try snowboarding on a smaller board, try sky diving off of a cliff, try diving with a great white, the list goes on. My point is, adrenaline is always out there and available, so dont be afraid to try it out a bit, get outside.

Cars whizzing by, people passing, the sound of trains as they roar beneath you.
It’s a hard time in your life and you don’t know why..
You ask yourself why you feel so down..

You know why.

Your girlfriend just left you..
you have a test on Wednesday..
There’s still that book to read for English class..
Little things mixed in with big things…

You know, that kind of stuff..

You ask yourself why you feel so sad..

You have a great family,
you have food on your plate..
you have a free education..
So many good things in your life right now…

Why are you sad?

People in other places have it much harder..

They’re hungry..
They’re thirsty..
They’re struggling to survive..

You have it good.

You say all this..

You know it’s all in vain..
Trying to make yourself feel better..
Trying to help yourself..

But you still think of her all the time..
Still have that test on Wednesday..
And you still have to read that book..

“Time heals all wounds” you say.

“I’ll get over the break up eventually.”
“I’ll be done with that test eventually.”
“I’ll read that book eventually.”
It doesn’t help.

You sit on the train, tunnels whizzing by, people minding their own business..

You wonder why that test has to be so stressful…
Why that book is so boring..

…

Why it had to end so soon..

I’m from Camby, Indiana.  I go to school in Mooresville, Indiana.  Most of the surrounding schools call us “Moore-tucky,” a hybrid between us and the evidently similar Kentucky.  About ten minutes away from my high school is the birthplace of the KKK, everyone drives a pickup truck, and I’m probably the only person within a ten mile radius who ever even thought about dying my hair an unnatural color.  As you can probably guess, I did not anticipate missing a single thing about my hometown when I moved to New York for college.  And generally, I don’t.  I’m happy to say I haven’t seen a pair of cowboy boots or a cornfield since I’ve been here.  I don’t at all miss majority of the people in my graduating class and I am absolutely elated that no one has asked to take me to a mud fest as though this would be my idea of a perfect or even mediocre date.  But sometimes I miss cul-de-sacs and riding in cars that aren’t driven by strangers.  And I love all the pizza here, but I can’t believe you guys don’t have Chic-fil-a.  I talk a lot of shit about Mooresville, but, looking back, it wasn’t terrible and talking shit was half the fun.  I guess I didn’t think there was  anything  to miss when I left.  It puts it into perspective I think.  Moving to a city like New York was the best thing that has happened to me, but being born in a small town wasn’t so bad either.

Oh high school. That’s what I miss the most and I am reminded of how much I miss it every single day. Life was so much simpler. Wake up at the same time every day. Arrive at school at the same time everyday. Say whats up to every teacher the same way everyday. Go to work at 1:25 everyday. Things were so predictable and usually there wasn’t a random event that would disrupt that order. I miss being so close with my teachers that I would call them in a first name basis. My high school was very small so the best part was that you literally knew every one in the building. I miss my lunch table that I had for all four years in McClancy and the people that were in it. From playing Fun Run in Accounting during a test to having no clue what to do when I was called up to the board in AP Calculus, there wasn’t much that I didn’t enjoy during my time in high school. Regardless, now I am here in college and I’m going to just have to deal with it.

I’m not sure how to start this. Should I talk about college? And how it’s so boring and difficult? But that’s too cliche. Or how about softball has played a huge part of my life because for once people wouldn’t doubt my ability to toss a ball because of the size of my arms. But that’s kinda depressing. Or how I’ve always wanted to be an activist or a humanitarian but realized the only way I could pursue anything I wanted to do was to move out and make money first – so humanitarian or activist was out of the picture. But this isn’t supposed to be a Lifetime movie synopsis. Or how my lifelong goal is to be treated as an equal amongst Bengali men who run the community. That sounds too much like a typical pro-feminist, deprived, South Asian.

I guess I’ll talk about how I want a lot of  things in life, and how I want to be everywhere and do everything in such a small amount of time. But damn, that sounds pretty cliche, too. Well, I guess my life is a bunch of cliche, boring, Lifetime-movie-synopsis, typical feminist, events. And it’s a mess, but I kinda like it, it keeps me busy.