I miss Caleb. Being in Lawrence, like I have been the past few days, doesn't help. Everywhere I go, I have so many memories with Caleb. This is hard.
Monday, April 16, 2007
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I miss Caleb. Being in Lawrence, like I have been the past few days, doesn't help. Everywhere I go, I have so many memories with Caleb. This is hard.
Monday, April 9, 2007
West Side Story in Overland Park
Something interesting happened today as mom and I were walking Nick to his car.
Nick was in town because I invited him up to have Easter Brunch with us. We had a good time hanging out Saturday night with Lee, then Sunday brunch was fun (with me suffering a bit from bad shrimp from the night before). After brunch we were both exhausted from having only slept a few hours, so we watched the Formula 1 race in Malaysia and relaxed on the couch with Chili Pepper (his chiauau). Instead of driving home on Sunday, he stayed another night and went home today.
Mom and I were just about to leave for some shoe shopping, but before doing so we decided to help Nick carry all of his things to his car. Before even opening the door, I heard some loud bass coming from a car that I figured was just driving by. I was wrong. For those of you who don't know, my parents live on a dead end. Well, after stepping outside, we realized that about 5 cars had stopped at the end of this dead end. Not a usual occurrence. These cars had formed as much of a circle as the space allowed. Out of each car came at least 2 people. They formed a circle and two guys came to the middle of the circle. Now, at this point mom, Nick and I were all discussing whether or not they had guns and were going to start shooting each other or just fighting. Unlike my title suggests, there was no dancing. Only two guys read to fight. They started fighting while we were still outside, but we went back in and did what any normal person would do: we ran to the office so we could get a better view without being seen. It was a good fight. They ended up on the ground a few times and both got some good punches in, but other than that the fight didn't last much longer. And it was very apparent who won. The loser was patted on the back by his friend, and seemed to keep his pride by insisting on driving his own car away.
I'm guessing it was gang related because they were all mexican and looked too old to be in high school. Ahhh, good old northern jo co.
Nick was in town because I invited him up to have Easter Brunch with us. We had a good time hanging out Saturday night with Lee, then Sunday brunch was fun (with me suffering a bit from bad shrimp from the night before). After brunch we were both exhausted from having only slept a few hours, so we watched the Formula 1 race in Malaysia and relaxed on the couch with Chili Pepper (his chiauau). Instead of driving home on Sunday, he stayed another night and went home today.
Mom and I were just about to leave for some shoe shopping, but before doing so we decided to help Nick carry all of his things to his car. Before even opening the door, I heard some loud bass coming from a car that I figured was just driving by. I was wrong. For those of you who don't know, my parents live on a dead end. Well, after stepping outside, we realized that about 5 cars had stopped at the end of this dead end. Not a usual occurrence. These cars had formed as much of a circle as the space allowed. Out of each car came at least 2 people. They formed a circle and two guys came to the middle of the circle. Now, at this point mom, Nick and I were all discussing whether or not they had guns and were going to start shooting each other or just fighting. Unlike my title suggests, there was no dancing. Only two guys read to fight. They started fighting while we were still outside, but we went back in and did what any normal person would do: we ran to the office so we could get a better view without being seen. It was a good fight. They ended up on the ground a few times and both got some good punches in, but other than that the fight didn't last much longer. And it was very apparent who won. The loser was patted on the back by his friend, and seemed to keep his pride by insisting on driving his own car away.
I'm guessing it was gang related because they were all mexican and looked too old to be in high school. Ahhh, good old northern jo co.
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