It's me again crying about my life like an emo kid crying over his dead girlfriend. First off I'll talk about the most tragic event in my life. I was bike riding down an Elizabeth street, fellow eastwickans know this street as Elmora Ave. Anyways, me, my best friend Martin and this kid who I don't even talk to anymore named Walberto (what a name) were bike riding down the Elmora Ave. heading towards my house. We were going to go to the movies and see Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (which quite disappointed me), but first we were needed to get a ride from my mom cause bikes wouldn't work. I rode behind Martin and Walberto, because I am slow (in fact I suck at every single sport anyways, just ask anyone in my gym class) and a train bridge was ahead. Martin and Wally went under and as they went under, a train passed. Now my mom told me a superstition that when you ride under a bridge when a train passes, raise your hand, make a wish and it'll come true. I did so and made a wish (find a girlfriend, as sad as it sounds) and rode my bike one handed. Now I bike rode slow and a really bumpy road stood in my way. I pedaled on the bumpy road and BAM! I flew over the handle bars and landed on the pavement in front of the Ferrari company (who I should've sued for millions of dollars, or at least get a settlement). When I landed, I broke no bones, but was scared pretty bad. I also broke my two front teeth (you may think it hurts, but it didn't) which made me get fake teeth, which I will have forever and ever and EVER, HOORAY! Now that I got that out of the way, I'll tell you other stuff, mainly the people who annoy me. Tell me who doesn't hate the video rental store guys. I go to Hollywood Video with my mom to rent a video game (State of Emergency if you wanted to know what game, which I still never played yet). I go and grab the game and hand it to the Hollywood Video guy. "You can't rent this." He said. "Why not?" I said. "It's rated M, you must be 17 years old or older to rent this game or have a parent get it for you." "Alright." I said so I called my mom "He can't rent this." He said. "Why not?" My mom said. "Because it is rated M because of sex, violence, gore etc." "I allow it." "Ma'am, he's too young." "Well I let him." "But ma'am." "No, don't tell me how to raise my child!" "Hey kid." "Yeah." I said. "How much did you buy your Playstation 2 for?" "$300, why?" "I got mine for $150 on eBay with 2 games." "Ok." "Can you beat that." "Can I have my game?" "You can't." "Why not?" "You're not old enough." I got mad, my mom got mad and said, "Well I'm gonna rent it for him at Blockbuster! Goodbye!" I cheered and applauded her to the car until I found out I'm not going to Blockbuster and I was never going to rent the game, hooray. There is also the annoying hair cutter. The homosexual Hispanic hair cutter who cuts to the beat of the song playing on the radio and sings the songs on the radio in his own words. Oh my God, he is so SO annoying! I swear, he ruins my hair, he sings songs horribly it's just pitiful. Let me give you a real, truthful, non-fiction example: "It's waining men, hallejewja, it's waining men, ha ha. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm la la la la! It's waining men, hallejewja, it's waining men, ha ha. Na na na na na, do de do do do de do." Oh my God, shut up! Well that was a brief moment in my life, hope you enjoyed how my life sucks. Have a nice day.

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