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Today and Tomorrow

It is 6:32pm, stuck in the library. Studying....I think I may have figured out my equity question. Anyway, not much time for a good post (are they ever good anymore?). And here is one thing I would like to know (to change the topic). What is the rule when you put a question mark inside brackets? Do you add the period (full-stop in Australia) after the closed bracket? If anyone could help me with the rule, I seemed to have forgot?

I may have learned the rule in High School...but who knows. Those days did not consist of the most wisely spent time in my life.

Thinking of that, the following is something I should have done in grade 11.



A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

"Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!! Don't worry, Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, your son, Tommy.

P. S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Ricky's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home


That's all for now....

posted by The Vitamin's Blog @ 4:36 a.m.