And its filled with all sorts of people. You have the dark and gloomy gothic crowd, whom I’m friends with. Then you have the Emo crowd of razor happ... idiots. Then, being in L.A. you have the fairy crowd. Not that im against that, hell I’m a member of GSA, but I just don’t talk to them much. You of course have the surfer/skateboarder crowd, usually stoned or just not here. Then you have the jocks. I dislike jocks, one because they think they are better than everyone and two, because the think. In my room, all the furniture was gone. It was an empty room with four walls; walls that were totally covered with paintings.Dan was putting the last screw into bars that blocked my window. He patted them and looked at me with a smile. “These should keep you safely inside!” And then he left.Mum was finishing the last painting. It was me, of course! She’d painted me naked, of course! In the painting, a collar ran around my neck and was fastened to a chain attached to a ring on the wall. I. Life, the God-word doesn’t mind genetic manipulation, all life strives to live. The viruses shuffle the cards frequently anyway, and what works one time or doesn’t work the next depends on the circumstances. Life loves to take a chance, gamble, play the odds. Casting the pollen to the wind, the milt spread to the tide, the tiny larva floating free in the sea, the numbers ensuring that some survive to become barnacles or mussels while the rest are eaten feeding multitudes.Life doesn’t mind. Especially with my five speed bike!I arrived at the Russell's early so I parked my bike and was going to wait until it was time outside on the front porch, but Mrs. Russell must have been looking out for me and opened the front door just as I reached the porch. She asked me inside but told me to be quiet because Brenda was still sleeping.I asked her where I should put my clean set of clothes and she smiled real big like she had expected me to have forgotten them. GEEZ! We went into the kitchen.