Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Hot Wheel customs

Ive joined some Custom contests. one of which was the "a-team" van. i turned it into two different customs.I had to Strip the paint then chop like 4 vans up so i could get the right parts and sizes i needed. Use some jb weld to put them together. buffer/sand smooth. then re paint. also i changed up the wheels so there rubber. instead of plastic. took some time but i like how they turned out. hope you enjoy the pics and video.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Legend of the Phone Thief

The Legend of the Phone Thief
Get comfortable ladies and gents because this is a long story....
It all started when my roommate Yaseen lost his phone. Late one night I decided I was going to pull a prank on Yaseen. Which you can see blow if you click play.

SO I text Yaseen to see when he would be home so that I could plan my attack. Shortly after I receive a text back stating, "In a couple days." so that made me remember that Yaseen lost his phone. And now the person that stole it is texting me... So being as smart and cunning I am I decide to get to the bottom of this. So I replay what do you mean dude. He replays with, "oh you know dude just at the strip club." so I text back. Sweet dude getting a lap dance my man...mind you I am trying to get him to slip up so I can catch him. Then it happens. "Dude can I borrow some money till payday?" he says. Here is my chance. I say: Ya man how much you need 2 300? he replays with " Na not that much just like 100" so then I say Well send me your account number so I can wire you the money..... No answer.... like an hour later I get a text. "Cant we meet up tomorrow" I say it can’t happen I am busy, just send me your bank number.(thinking I could go to the bank and get his name) and no text come in anymore.... dang I lost my chance.

So I go to bed and the next day I figured what the heck ill give it another shot. I text the phone. I say hey dude I got some time if you still need that cash. And with barley any hesitation. "Yeah where can we meet." now remember that he is pretending to be Yaseen. And what he does not realize is that he is my roommate.... so I text him how about little Caesars? I figured that we could jump him there I know the area well. :) But unfriendly I get a replay asking to meet at the little Caesars in the valley. That store is deep in the valley and I was not fixin on rollin way out there. Gas is not cheap you know? So I offer a better solution to him. I say can we meet at the Albertsons on Freya? He text back correcting me saying "Yea we can meet at the Fred Myer on Freya." then he tosses a curve ball at me I knew was coming. He says, "I am busy (Yaseen) can my boy come pick it up (Him)" Ahhh ahahahaha I knew he would come up with something like this. So I say yeah for sure ill text when I am on my way.

So I call up the boys. I tell Yaseen and I call Andrew so that we are rollin up 3 deep ya digg? So we get all ready and drive to the destination of choice. On my way I text him and say I am only way how will I know your dude. He does not text back. I text when I get there. And nothing. Then a couple more are sent on my end. I start to think that he is not coming. Finally I text again and say how will I know him. And I get a replay. "He will be there in 2 min and He will be in a red sweatshirt and will be in front of the bank. His name is Paul." I didn’t really understand until Andrew informed me inside Fred Myers there was a bank. This is when I became the Caption and deployed my troops to battle. I told Yaseen AKA big dog to walk around in the parking lot till I come out with the dude. I told Andrew to walk around near the doors outside recording. And I was going to go inside with the money and give it to him, hopping he would then walk outside and we could jump him outside and Get the phone back. Now the store has two entrances a north and south entrance. The bank is by the south entree and there is a jewelry store on the north side. So I walk into the north side doors and right then I get a call. Its Andrew. he explains that he just seen a dude in a red sweatshirt go in the south doors. so I get off the phone and head tword the bank on the other end of the store. As I approach I see two people in red... a dude was just entering the south doors and there was an old man sitting on the bench in front of the bank.

Both in red sweatshirts. Holding the 100 dollars I sit next to the old man, not thinking this sweet old dude was the thief.. kinda glance at him. and he is like staring at me thro his Bushly old man eye brows. he says "you lookin for Paul?" Well I sure am! I say. I stretch out my hand holding the neatly folded bills. he snags them with no hesitation. I say "ya Yaseen is always wanting to borrow money." and he said "ya......" so then I was like right dude take it easy. and I walk out the south doors the same doors he walked in, noticing that he was headed words the north side doors. so I get outside and sprint to the north side and hide behind a pillar waiting
for the old whit haired man to emerge from the door. as I am hiding a man walks by me and thinking he is smart and funny he says, "what you doing playing a game ha ha?" I say to the man in a stern tone. "Get outta here dude I am doing something." and he did. just like I said to. About a minute went by and no old man came skipping out of the doors with his new found fortune. so I said Yelled to my solders. Yaseen say there. Andrew stay there! I’ll go inside and around..... so I sprint back to the Southside doors and walk in. I walk toward the north doors with an eagle eye peering down every ail looking for the old fart. nope not in the frozen section nope not in the can good section, not in the soda pop ail... then I something catches my right eye. it was him! This old phone stealing white haired man was in the jewelry store! man oh man. he was not doing what I think he was doing. So I run out to get Yaseen as back up even though he was not needed. I go out the doors and Yell for Yaseen!!! he come runing up like he was a greyhound chasing one of them fake rabbits. He comes up pumped like it hulk ready to kill whatever I siked him on. So I say Yaseen you can’t hit him he is an old man. Yaseen does not hear me talking he has so much adrenalin pumping. I grab his arms and give this goofy son of a gun a good stern shake. Then I yell. Yaseen you can’t hit him, just let me do the talking! Now let me describe the jewelry store to you. it’s like an island in a circle. and inside the island were two ladies selling. And the island is made up of a big glass display case in which lie jewels rings ect.
I notice that money is being exchanged between the old man and the nicely dressed sales women. I look at my solder and tell him to go around the other side so we will be on both sides of the old man. And I start to walk to him. and Yaseen is following me. yet again I had to tell Yaseen to go around.(I know hard instructions) I get to the old man first. He didn’t even notice us approaching him. I wrap my arm around him with and give him a firm lock of my arm. He now knew he was caught. I say to the nice ladies. "This is my money and whatever this man is buying he is no longer doing so. so I am sorry you are no longer making a sale." then Paul AKA the old man says "Oh man I knew this was a bad idea...ya ya thats there money give it to them." and the sassy lady says with a sassy tone, "ima need the ring before you can have your money Sir."

then I see Paul pull out the ring he had purchased with my money out of his pocket.Must have been a cheap ring for under 100 bucks.... The lady goes to hand Paul the money but is interrupted by him saying "just hand it to them it’s their money." I believe this is because I started to stretch out my hand to grasp the bills. Now with Paul still locked under my wing and big dog nearby we started to walk outside. My mind now wonders to what those two ladies thought what was going on and what was to come of the old man being taking outside with authority.
As we are walking to the doors Paul is rambling on and on about how he was sorry. We got outside and I stopped and turned to him still holding him firmly under my arm. I said in such a stern voice I even shocked myself. "Where is the phone!" he explained that it was all "Jon's" idea and that he does not have it that Jon does. So I said still being stern and forcefully so he knew I was the boss. "Is he in the car?!" he went on to explain that Jon was at a job interview at jack in the box aka jack in the crack....

I went on to tell him that he was going to drive me there and if he didn’t I was going to kick the crap out of him. So being a smart man he agreed. He must be so wise because of all the years under his belt. Next directing walking to the car with Paul under my arm in an arm lock I Yelled to my solders, "Yaseen you ride with Andrew and follow us!" So we approach Paul's car and I tell him, "Give me your cell phone!" and being the coward he is he does not hesitate. Now right about now I am feelin like the BOSS. I am saying to do things to Yaseen, Andrew, Paul, the dude that talked to me when I was behind the pillar.... I am in control of this situation.
So we are in the car. It reeks of cigarette smoke. I tell him to buckle up and I do the same. I tell him not to try anything because I will beat the crap out of him. I ask if he has any weapons. He says no. I ask if his boy Jon is packin a knife or gun or anything. He said no. (I had my knife that I got kicked out of school for on me) SO we are headed towards jack in the crack and shortly after Andrew is right on our tail. In the car Jon is going off on how he has told Jon not to do anything like this and how he knew this was a bad idea. I would interrupt him and tell him to shut up! That he is a criminal, a thief, that even if he didn’t take the phone he took my money. that he was an accomplice. that he is looking at jail time as well. I started to lecture him on how there needs to be more honest people in the world. He agrees.. and I am quick to inform him that I am talking about scum like him. that I have no respect for him. he went on to say agree my friend. And I quickly corrected him and yelled at him to shut up that I was not his friend. I told him that he is lucky he is an old man because we were going to kick who’s ever butt that did it, He then pleaded to me not to kick the crap outta Jon that he was a good kid. I told him we'll see.
As we are pulling up to jack in the crack he tries to park up front where Jon could see us. Being smarter this old idiot I make him park in the back of the parking lot. He tried many times to make close but I am the boss and he listened to me. so we get in the back. And I say "TURN OFF THE CAR!!" he does so. Give me your KEYS!

I say loud and holding out my hand. he does so quick so he won’t get hit by my back hand. He is smarter then he looks. Really.... So then we get out of the car and I tell Jon how it is going to go down. I say.... "You’re going to walk in 5 steps ahead of me and sit down right next to him so I know who he is." "Oh okay okay you got it man anything you say. “He says cowardly. As we are walking in, I notice a guy sitting in his truck. He opens the door right as I am walking by. I peek in his truck. He is holding a blackberry and a bunch of jack in the crack papers.... I am thinking to myself..... If he is applying he would have papers. So my Bad Self kicks in. I Yell at him, "Is your name Jon?!!!!!!" he does not answer. "What are you doing? Is that My your phone? What are those papers?" I then yell to Paul the old man because he got ahead of me almost walkin in the door. "Is this Jon".... no he says. I look back at the man in the truck. I bring my hand at him and point in his face. "Don’t Move!" he says okay I wont.... now looking back I laugh that everyone is doing what I say.
So I run inside to catch up. As I walk inside I notice there are only two people in the lobby both sitting down glaring at me... staring me down... So this tells me it’s one of them. I look at Paul and he says, "Jon is not here." I look back at the two mean mugging sun of a' guns... Ya right.... so I say in a loud tone, "What are your guy’s names!" nothing.... no response. I repeat my self... but not answer again. Then this skinny white boy comes walking from behind the counter and approaches a dude and says, "You’re ready for your interview?" Um Ching Ching I thought to myself. Jon had an interview. They walk to the back of the lobby and sit down and start there interview. So a minute or so went by and I walked up to the interview in progress. I slammed my hands on the Table and said what’s your name? He does not answer. (Yaseen and Andrew are standing by the door) I ask the interviewer, "what’s his name" he says he does not know. I say how do you have an interview and not know the name? That is just my thoughts... but what do I know. so he says his name is like mark or something like that... I flag over Paul the old-timer and I ask if this is Jon and he says no that Jon is not there. I Said, "take me to his house!" and he agrees. So I wrap my arm around him so he can’t run off. Even though I have his keys and phone. As we are walking out I forgot about the dude in the truck. we cross paths with him. I apologize to him for yelling at him and telling him to stay like a dog.

And he said its okay; he explained that he was giving interviews. I then told him that if he interviews anyone named Jon that he is a criminal and not to hire him.
We then proceeded walking. I asked Paul how far away Jon lived. He said about 5 minutes. I ordered him to take me there. And he agreed. We got back into the car and got on the road. Andrew and Yaseen follow. While I am in this car headed towards the phone stealers house of residence, I was getting sick with the smell of smoke. As I could feel my lungs turning more blacker by the second I decided I would lecture this old fart. "You know smoking is bad for you."

"I know I know I have been smoking since I was 7." he explains. I Say in a loud voice, "I DONT CARE, you are not only killing yourself but you are killing the people around you when you smoke!" "My grandpa past away from smoking, so this is me telling you to Quit." I explained. Paul went on to tell me about his
Dad smoking and how he wanted to quit..... I Stated, "I don’t care about you or your family or your well being. I was telling you to quit so you don’t hurt others."
Paul and I then pull up to Jon’s house. No car is in the front yard. I asked why that was an he said they didn’t have one. We pull into the driveway. We step out of the car and Instantly Paul runs around the car and stands next to me. Without hesitation he holds his keys knowing I would demand him do so. I had trained him well. Yaseen and Andrew quickly jump out of there whip. Back again I deploy my troops to battle. "Yaseen go around back to make sure he does not escape around back. Andrew you say out front and wait for my word on what to do next." I then proceeded to the front door with Gramps. I ordered him to just walk in. And he did so. As I am stepping into this odd smelling house I notice that Jon’s mom and 3 year old sister were in the living room. Paul asked his mom "is Jon here?" Ya she explained and yelled to the back of the house in one of the most annoying voices I have ever heard, "JON!!!!" she proceeded to walk back through a hallway and Paul decided he would try to follow. But I was not about to let him out of my sight. I snap twice and point at the ground next to me, and I tell you what he hustled back faster then I had seen this old man move all day. I then open the door and yell for Andrew to come in. he does so and starts recording. Jon emerges from the Dark hallway. Now let me take a second to describe "Jon." About 5 foot 4... 20 years old, no facial hair, short buzzed hair cut. and cockeyes....

like where is this dude looking eyes. As he enters the room I dont say a word. I just hold out my hand..... Paul in his smoker voice explains, "He Wants hIS pHONE joN!...." No really? I thought to myself. I proceed to explain that if he is so lucky. He is lucky that his mom is right there so I can’t beat him down. that he is lucky because he was not the guy in the red sweatshirt at the bank, that he was not the guy getting the interview at Jack in the box.... I asked This Hobbit, "are you really that stupid to talk to someone that called this phone you stole. And then to try to get money from them." "I mean really you thought I would not catch you?" I went on to explain that he is lucky that the gys phone that this is was not in there because he would have gotten a beat down. His annoying mom was all, "Close the door!" in her screeching ear piercing voice. we didn’t..... I said, "You know what no one move ima get Yaseen so he can give you a piece of his mind." so I walk outside and Yell for Yaseen. He comes sprinting up. He is all pumped up and I can tell by the look in his eyes he wants blood. I again have to shake him back to relativity. I said, "Yaseen his mom is in there you can’t hit him! (shaking him more) I just want you to go in and explain to him what he has done to you." so I walk in behind Big Dog. Now what I am expecting is that I will have to hold back Yaseen because he has so much Man'ess and anger built up.... But I am wrong. Yaseen opens his mouth and in such a soft tone starts to say," how could you steal my phone........" In quite possibly the gayest way I would have pictured. He pretty much sounded like he wanted to sit criss cross apple sauce and play patty cake with young Jonny.... "I mean the money used to buy it was from Christmas, (Sigh) It was such a Horrible thing you did." then they held hands and sang koombya.... jsut playing. But pretty much. Jon and Paul went on to say sorry and they had a little love fest and shook hands and I thought I better lay down the law before I go since Yaseen is a panzy. "You both should be ashamed and I have both your numbers and will Be checking in on you to make sure you are not doing this to anyone else!!!" Then we turn around and head out the door, on my way out I hand Paul back his keys and phone. "I Yell as i am walking out the door, dont plan on getting that job at jack in the box!!" Both Andrew and Yaseen giggle. We cat back into Andrews’s car Filled with joy because we had done it!!! We had got the phone back. On the drive home I let Yaseen know he is a panzy and instead of setting up a play date with him he should have instilled some fear into that young cockeyed man. We look on the phone, and this retard took a picture of his drivers license along with a bunch of other creepy pictures.
And that is the tale of the Phone Thief, Moral of the story.... "Don’t Steal, Don’t Smoke, And Don’t Mess With Dj iWeb!"

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

My Roomate sleeps in the living room.......... So i do what i do. i cant help it

My Roomate sleeps in the living room.......... So i do what i do. i cant help it.
I wish i could show you guys in a video how much he eats. no lie 7 meals a day. honest!!! and he sleeps in between that.

Friday, November 7, 2008

AMORFATI in the Gonzaga paper

On a generic mid-May afternoon, three friends were hanging out. In a moment of boredom, they decided to start a company.

So they did.

AmorFati Arts began with an idea and has morphed into a philosophy, an expression of art and a full-fledged business. Looking for a way to merge many interests, including graphic design, photography and disc jockeying, junior Devin Power-Bearden, senior Dominique Remy and local Spokane DJ and friend Ian Weber decided that instead of going from internship to internship to get experience, they might as well do it themselves.

"There is nothing in the marketplace that encompassed them all," Remy said of their shared interests. "They all overlap."

After three weeks of texting each other ideas for a company name and many hours on Wikipedia, the group finally settled on "AmorFati," mainly for the meaning behind the word: love of fate.

"We were really drawn to the underlying principles of [AmorFati]," Power-Bearden said.

The AmorFati Arts Web site defines it as "a philosophy in which one sees everything that happens in one's life, including suffering and loss, as good. One feels that everything that happens is destiny's way of reaching its ultimate purpose, and so should be considered good. It is an acceptance of the events that occur in one's life."

"We thought it was very reflective of the path of a college student," Power-Bearden said. "Everything is a learning experience."

Working throughout the summer, sometimes
nearly seven to eight hours a day, AmorFati Arts was legally incorporated July 7, and has been growing ever since. Weber, Remy and Power-Bearden also expanded the talent pool to encompass more skill sets and different arts. Senior Gabe Woodhead joined the group and heads up the clothing department, sophomore Ilaria Lily Ghattas focuses on sales and retail, and junior Giselle Cunanan works mostly with the visual arts, such as photography.

"They always tell you how difficult it is to start a business, but you have no idea," Remy said. "We taught ourselves everything. We would just look up tutorials and learn how to do it."

AmorFati Arts' mission statement is to "increase awareness of all the senses through the arts and give a voice to students through creative media."

"We all kind of flow," Ghattas said of the way their different skills and arts work together.

One of the services AmorFati provides is clothing, a branch of the company that allows for a great deal of customer involvement and participation. On, students can submit T-shirt designs based on themes. The most recent theme was the election-based "Rock your vote."

After the deadline for submissions, AmorFati sends out a message to its Facebook group asking members to go online and vote for their favorite T-shirt designs. This acts not only as a type of market research for AmorFati, but it helps them pick the top two or three designs to make into T-shirts, Remy said. The past two competitions have received more than 450 votes each.

T-shirt design winners receive two free prints of their shirt, a gift certificate to the AmorFati store and an artist's info blog on the Web site.

"Basically fame, fortune and clothing," Remy said laughing.

Based on availability and consumer desires, some of the shirts are made from sustainable, organic cotton, such as the shirts the Crosby student employees wear, designed by AmorFati.

"We wanted to take the initiative.
That means paying a higher price but doing something good for the [African] economy," Power-Bearden said.

"We try to go for the best quality, cut and feel that we can," Remy said. "We want to make a T-shirt that people can go to a party and hang out in."

AmorFati has sold more than 500 shirts to date and made sales as far as California and Arizona.

One shirt, from the "Play on Words" collection, pictures a gorilla
throwing a banana with a grenade-
print peel. The shirt reads, "Gorilla tactics."

The company gets its feedback from online outlets, such as its Web site, Facebook and MySpace pages, and uses what Remy refers to as "guerrilla marketing," that is, solely online marketing, no newspaper or print ads.

Another regular gig AmorFati arts has on its plate is DJ-ing Thursday nights - college night - at the Double Dribble. The group has DJ-ed at Pig Out in the Park, high school proms and homecomings and even restaurants, such as Raw.

Despite the stress and chaos of creating a business from scratch, the members of AmorFati Arts are relishing the experience.

"It has been way cool, but we have seen our fair share of ups and downs," Remy said. "This is going to help us so much in the real world. Our reputation is on the line every time someone hands us a check and an order. We have to deal with real life positive and negative scenarios from employees to clients to customers."

"We get really stressed, but we can look back and say, 'We really learned from that,' " Power-Bearden said.

The group also emphasizes the vast amounts of personal growth and learning that have taken place as the company evolved.

"Every couple of weeks we are completely different people for how much we have learned," Remy said. "This really got us into the business practices of the real world."

The future of AmorFati Arts is somewhat uncertain with several members graduating in May, but Remy says that even with the loss of some seniors, the business should be secure.

"We have begun to develop employees and relationships with companies that should lead to continual growth in the future," he said.

Even as these seniors look to graduation, the group relishes in the learning and growth that AmorFati Arts has taught them.

"This experience has been amazing," Remy said. "We have learned maturity, responsibility, and leadership. It's been so cool. So amazing."

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Tale About The Tip Toeing Native

The Tale about the Tip Toeing Native

To start off i would like to reestablish that this tale is true 100%. So it was a late sunday night and Yaseen(my Roommate) and i had just got back from playing cards at micheals girls house. So anyways we walk in and i changed in my room and went to the Bathroom and used it.... and By changed i mean i just had some shorts on and socks. No shirt shoes etc. And to my knowledge Yaseen went down stairs and used the bathroom and and changed. So then my boy and i went into the Kitchen and prepared a nice dinner together.(ETA 10:30 PM) I made some delightful chicken nuggets (only 2 min in microwave and 2 min in oven under "Broil") PS ranch and spicy mustard were the condiments of choice.(not on the same nugget but every other) And Yaseen made some roman and eggs like he has every day of his life for all three meals..... Real Talk.
So My boy and i are sitting there watching the television.Enjoying our self's when we here something coming from the bathroom.
I though to myself oh Yaseen must be using the bathroom because these noodles run straight thro him. but just to reassure myself i peek across the room to where yaseen was seated. and to my surprise. ol boy was still there. Eating his 3 packs of roman and 4 eggs on one plate.....
So i thought again. and i remembered i do have another roommate named ben. but for the last month he has been residing in newport with his folks due to money issues. So i thought Ben must be home SWEET!!! Ben is one of my best friends!!!! so i smiled and looked back expecting to see a short stocky bearded shaved head man but oh no no no ian..... this was not ben walking to the front door.
TO my surprise and astonishment There was a Native chick standing no higher then 5 foot 1 dressed like she just came from the Pow wow hood walking to my front door.
SHe had a long brade down here back and was in a sweat shirt with all kinds of weird designs on it. and little feet.
For a second i was speechless. and had no idea what to say or do. so a quick thought crossed my mind. is yaseen into native women? i glanced over and noticed his facial expression would say otherwise with a look of confusion.(he always looks confused but more so with this instance) So my head was instantly back onto the Gangsta dressed Indian girl.
"Stop..... Who are you" Spoke ian in a rather confused but stern tone
".........................." nothing from miss Pow wow
"Hello....... Who are you, what are you doing in my House?" Said ian in a not confused tone anymore but mad
the native turned around right as she reached the door.
"what are you doing in my House?" ian repeated
" I had to use your bathroom" Spoke Quite Foot
the looks on ians face is indescribable. and yaseen almost always look confused so he was normal.
so the native girl and i went back and for for a second arguing about how there was a 7'11 gas station across the street and that she should have gone there and she kept expressing how she just had to pee....... Now as another side note. i don't how how this chick got in my Crib. i recall having to use the key because the door was locked.. so i don't believe she had been there long. but we were in the house walking around the Entire time sense we got home and neither of us recall any knocks or the door opening or closing.
" How long have you been here?" Ian expressed
"?" native just moved her shoulders up and down....
"Yes you do know tell me, Did you take anything?" Ian said
"NO I JUST HAD TO PEE" the native said shocking the two handsome young men still sitting.
Then with out any warning she opens the door and rushes out. So i Sprung to my feet and Rushed after her.(Still in just socks and short shorts)
as i rush outside, standing on the porch i witnessed this girl use her Indian ways to hope the fence with ease and take off running. So being as smart as i am i ran thro the gate and took off behind her in the middle of the street.
"I ran college track you will Not out run me!" Ian yelled to miss's she who runs like the wind.
About a block down the road my many years of track had paid off and i cought up to her.(mind you its cold out in just short shorts)
"Whats in your Pockets" Ian demanded out of breath but proud he cought gone with the wind.
"NOTHIN" she spoke
"Pull your Pockets out!" i demanded again
She tried to get away but i grabbed her arm. not hard but enough to let her know she was not going anywhere.
Yaseen comes running up fully clothed and with a coat shoes laced up tight....... i don't understand why he had to go get all ready to come outside..... but i guess he seen i had it under control. Finally i got her to show her pockets. and to my surprise all she had was a lighter, smokes, 1 quarter and 2 dimes...
"What were you doing in my house if you didn't take anything?" i expressed confused and eager to here her answer.
"I had to pee" she said.
So again i went off on how there is a 7'11 across the street and you dont just walk into a strangers house to pee.
"i was in the gray truck" she said. i looked back to my pad and no truck was to be seen. so then i started to get the impression this young Indian girl was on the Peace pipe.... or crack pipe or something. i looked down and seen she was missing one of her kicks.
"Where is your shoe?" i said bewildered
"I lost in jumping your fence" she explained
"So if you did nothing wrong why would you run and not even go back for your footwear?" ian asked.
mind you this whole time she has been struggling to get away. but my strong bod would not allow it.
"Okay well you didn't take anything so come get your shoe and you can go...." ian said showing great compassion
'No i dont want it" young tip toes said
"you dont want your shoe? why are you crazy"Ian said
and Then she Bolted out of my arms and into the Darkness..........
Yaseen and i stared at each other and i said go look in your room and see if anything was taken..
we ran back. i looked in my room right by the bathroom she came out of. and on my desk still sat my ipod, camera, watch, 2 phones, money, knifes, rings, change........... all untouched.Yaseen said everything is still here.
Could this tiptoeing native really just have wanted to use the Can? Did she really not take anything? These among other Questions will never be answered. but it was a crazy night.
So i went out and took her shoe. i figured she would come back for it. but She will never get her shoe again.
Lessions are to be learned here.
A. Lock your doors at all times.
B. Stay off the Peace Pipe.
C. Tie your show Laces

-Iweb Out-

"she who creeps on light feet's" size5 in womens shoe.

Her shoe is now a trophy sitting on my Television