This is me, in my dreams.

Today the clouds blocked out the sun. Randy walked out of his beat up old house, yet the clothes he wore on his back suggested he lived in a much more approachable house. The lower lip piercings screamed teenage rebellion along with the black skinny jeans and Freddy Kruger type shirt. The sky was still dark from the clouds but Randy thought it was a nice day for a walk past the cemetery. As the wind blew it tended to ruin his hair. His hair it was parted to one side and fairly long, yet very straight.

Afghanistan

I know we have troops in Afghanistan and some of them have been killed. It's not our war I know that too, but I have never thought anything about it before. Honestly it has never crossed my mind and I never think about it on a daily basis. Now that I know more about it and have been forced to think about it I will probably pay more attention to how are troops are doing over there. That is all.