Tomorrow?

[holtz04]

well lately things have been the same old same old per say, but recently somethings have been poppin into my mind like what ever happened to the old fun of playing bball lately? how can a game or object get so controlling in this life? well hopefully i'll answer this question

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[anonymous]

I have to say that after I read that journal, I had a tear in my eye. Not because it was good, but becuase it was a terribly written journal. If you handed that shit into me for a grade, I'd make you cry. Some parts of that shit didn't even make sense. I had to read it over 3 times to get what the fuck you were even saying.
PLAY FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME, RATHER THAN FOR THE GLORY OF IT" what the fuck is that? You have quotes at the end of it but nothing at the beginning. After reading this journal I had to say to myself, "damn, there ain't no denying this nigger came from northern cambria" Who writes a journal bout the seriousness of a friendly game of ball. I'd knock a nigger out to make a shot. I don't give a motherfuck if you were Adam Holtz or not. And when the game was over, we'd shake hands and you'd jump in your tercel and go home. Back at 5 o'clock sharp to get another beat down the very next motherfuckin day. Then whalen will be throwin bows up in this motherfucker. You can't be tippy toeing up in this bitch!!!