Innocent Sadness
February 18, 2005.
It was a Friday. Alex gladly finished his test knowing he would at least get an A. Alex was a rather normal boy, he never thought of doing anything bad, and he had decent friends. After school ended he would usually hang out with his best friend, John, or go to a medium-size river near a highway close to his house and sit in a bridge they had built. John had a certain record of…drinking from his parent’s cabinet, and knowing where to get “packages”. How could a fourteen year old know all these things? Something was going to happen, and Alex knew it.
“Yo, Alex, you coming to the party tonight? I hear there’s gonna be some drinks.” John waved to Alex.
“Nah, sorry man, I don’t do that kind of stuff. I don’t like parties anyways.” Alex replied while getting his backpack from his old locker.
“You mean you’ve never tried alcohol before? Dude, you’re too clean.” John smiled and lightly punched him in the arm. John never intended to hurt him with the things he said, but Alex was sensitive and mature. Something would click on his head that day.
Alex got home, and as usual his parents were arguing about a simple thing, maybe lost cabinet keys, it didn’t matter though, he knew it wouldn’t get worse than that. He greeted them with a kiss each and flew up to his room. Alex grabbed his precious squire fender electric guitar and played a melancholic tune he had made up a few days before, and then he pondered on the idea of going to the party. One wouldn’t hurt right? But he always heard those stories of kids going to parties and then the next morning wasted as hell. He wondered what it would be like to be in such a position… Alex ran down stairs to the kitchen where his mom was cooking a red stake for his dad and him.
“Hey mom, John invited me to a party tonight. I was wondering if I could go.” Alex asked while sitting.
“Who else is going to be there?” She smiled as a friendly mom would.
“Some other kids from school.” Alex got some stake powder and handed it to his mom.
“Alright, but I don’t want you staying any later than eleven ok?” Alex nodded and ran to the phone. He called John, and told him he would be going. Gladly, John offered to pick him up. Alex washed himself, and changed his clothes to some much better looking than the ones he was wearing at the moment.
John pushed a glass towards Alex and encouraged him to drink it. Alex nervously picked it up, and the taste was bitter, oh so bitter. It felt like he was actually drinking alcohol from a bottle, it was too strong for him to handle. The music, the people, John, his hands, it all turned pitch black as his throat swallowed.
February 19, 2005.
Alex woke up again in his room the next morning. His head hurt. ‘How do adults drink that stuff’ he thought tiresome. His mom came in his room and welcomed him back.
“Good morning sweet heart. John said you felt sick, so he drove you back home. That’s a good friend you have there.”
Alex grabbed his guitar as he usually did every morning and practiced his song, he would be introducing it to his band the next day and he didn’t want to seem like a fool that didn’t even know how to play a song he wrote himself. Even though they weren’t really popular he was quite into the idea of being in a band. Alex was a talented guitar player anyways, he could get around. He was best in most of the things you could get involved with at school. Sports, he was fast and strong. Music, he had a honey-like voice and speedy fingers for his guitar. He was smart too, A average, maybe a B here and there. But no one is perfect, and as much as someone might want something, they might not always get it. That being said, Alex would make some mistakes in his life, some that would definitely change it, and some that would cost him an expensive outlay.
March 23, 2005.
John was frantically running around the school looking for Alex. He finally found him in the music room with three other kids, he was playing his guitar.
John stood next to the door and yelled at him, “Alex! Come here, I gotta tell you something!” Alex looked up annoyed, and told his friends to wait.
“John, were in the middle of practice. I hope it’s important.” Alex put his green pick in his pocket.
“Yeah, it is,” John opened a plastic bag he was carrying with him, “Devon got me some stash. Here have some.” He handed him the bag and ran away. Alex shook his head and turned back to the bored band.
“What did he want?” Ross, the vocalist of the band, and also a rising friend to Alex, asked him.
“I don’t think he wants anything, its just John, you know how he is.” And the practice went on like that. Alex would close his eyes and smile when he played his song…How he loved it…
Once he was back home Alex got the bag from his backpack and opened it. That was one of the mistakes that would cost him.
That’s how his life went for two years, with John driving him the opposite road that he should be going. Drugs would make him depressed; Alex wouldn’t have known it was that, but just a mere stage of growing up.
June 8, 2007.
Alex and his band were getting ready to play a mini concert at his school. At age 16 and right before his birthday, that’s all he could ask for. His song as the main hit, they were getting popular among his school mates. Ross, now his new best friend, came into the back stage and gave him a friendly hug.
“You ready for this?”Ross started doing their hand shake as they always did before practicing or playing. Things were going perfect.
“Yeah brotha’! I’m definitely pumped, but I got to warm up a little bit before we go on, ok?” Ross nodded and left him with his guitar. Alex started tuning his squire fender when an unwanted person came in.
“I wanted to say good luck.”John stood loosely next to Alex.
“What are you doing here? I told you I don’t want to talk to you again.”Alex went back to tuning his guitar.
“Happy birthday.” John left a bag and walked away with his hands in his pockets. ‘Jeeze’ he thought, ‘my birthday isn’t until two days’.
Ross came running cheerily “Alex, its show time, come on!” Alex looked up brightly knowing that this moment was a time to remember.
The concert had gone well, and Ross even invited him to his house for his birthday tomorrow. But his personal life had changed in many different ways, sometimes he couldn’t take it. He ran to his room, not greeting his parents; they were probably fighting about a stupid, simple thing. Setting his squire in its case he sat down in his bed, and wearily grabbed a book. That peaceful moment didn’t last long, his parents came in screaming, his mom crying and his dad red as a tomato.
“Son, we’re getting divorced.”
What did all his joy in playing guitar, in having a good friend like Ross help him restore his personal life? If that crumbled down, there would be no point…he would be just an empty shell, no one would ever see the actual person in him, just the social, happy, outgoing Alex. He was able to hide away his inner emotions, but could it last long enough to find the right person? His soft, gentle weeps became part of the still air in that room.He reached for his backpack, and opened a bag… Alex now knew he wouldn’t be able to stop this. No, he would need to stop all of it together. It was all so perfect for him, so happy, but there wasn’t any point if it was all shallow, knee-deep.He went to bed crying. John and his drugs finally took toll.
June 9, 2007
Alex woke up late that Saturday. He put on his favorite Rise Against shirt and some pants, but he didn’t shower. He washed his hair, but he didn’t tidy his hair. Alex grabbed his phone and left the house without greeting his parents. Opening the garage door he rediscovered his old bike, and with it rode to the river. His phone started ringing, it was Ross. He only barelly managed to answer it.
“Alex? So are you coming over tomorrow?” Ross’s voice sounded different, almost fake.
“I don’t know.” Alex had his eyes closed with sadness.
“You better show up.” Ross answered brightly, with a laugh in the end.
“Ross?” Alex said.
“Yeah Alex?”
“Bye.” He hanged up.
It was dark now, and the stars were out. Alex starred up for a few more seconds, and then gracefully stood up. He climbed the bridge’s railing cautiously. Alex started crying, but odd enough he was laughing at the same time. Finally…one foot slipped, making him fall forward.
June 10, 2007.
Ross was frantically trying to call Alex; he couldn’t possibly miss his surprise party. Nobody knew that he was never going to make it to his 17th birthday.
The end
hi! vicente.
1. VICENTE: Your first name of Vicente creates a serious, thoughtful nature, shrewd, efficient, and business-minded. You are one to make your own decisions, and not be influenced by others. You desire independence and freedom from the authority and interference of others. You are not overly ambitious, preferring instead to seek stable, settled conditions which are adequate to meet your responsibilities. You like to be your own boss and you are capable of handling responsibilities for others.
2. VICENTE VALENZUELA: There are 17 letters in your name. Those 17 letters total to 71. There are 8 vowels and 9 consonants in your name.
What your first name means: Spanish Male Conquering.
Portuguese Male Conquering.
Your number is: 8
The characteristics of #8 are: Practical endeavors, status oriented, power-seeking, high-material goals.
The expression or destiny for #8: Your Expression is represented by the number 8. The 8 Expression is well-equipped in a managerial sense. You have outstanding organizational and administrative capabilities. You have the potential for considerable achievement in business or other powerful positions. You can expect to receive the financial and material rewards. You have the skill and abilities to establish or operate a business with great efficiency. You have good judgment when it comes to money and commercial matters, and you understand how to build and accumulate material wealth. Much of your success (or lack of it) may come due to your ability (or inability) to judge character. With the number 8 Expression, you exercise sound judgment in most of your affairs; you are realistic and practical in your approach to business matters.
The positive 8 Expression produces individuals that are very ambitious and goal-oriented. If the 8 energy is not in excess in your makeup, you will no doubt express these traits to some extent. No one has any more energy that a person with the 8 Expression who has a plan laid and is starting to work. No one has any more self-confidence, either. If you are expressing the positive qualities of 8, you are an outstanding manager because you can plan, initiate, and complete projects; you are very dependable and determined.
As it always happens, there can be too much of a good thing. If you have too much of the 8 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes. A negative 8 can be very rigid and stubborn. Ambition sometimes has a way of becoming over-ambition, and you may express an unreasonable impatience with the lack of progress. If your negative side is showing, you may be too exacting, both of yourself and of others. Sometimes this can even becomes a case of intolerance.
The number 8 is very materialistic and also very desirous of status and power. Neither of these drives are inherently negative unless they are taken to an extreme. You must avoid the tendency to strain after money, material matters, status, or power, to the detriment of the other important factors in your life.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means: With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.
Your Inner Dream number is: 1
An Inner Dream number of 1 means: You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself.
3. FEB 23, 1995: Your date of conception was on or about 2 June 1994 which was a Thursday. You were born on a Thursday under the astrological sign Pisces. Your Life path number is 4.
Your fortune cookie reads: Love always and deeply.
Life Path Compatibility: You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 & 22.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 & 7.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 & 9.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2449771.5.
The golden number for 1995 is 1.
The epact number for 1995 is -1.
The year 1995 was not a leap year.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 1/31/1995 and ending 2/18/1996. You were born in the Chinese year of the Pig.
Your Native American Zodiac sign is Wolf; your plant is Plantain.
You were born in the Egyptian month of Pachons, the first month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).
Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 24 AdarI 5755. Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 25 AdarI 5755.
The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.19.1.16.7 which is 12 baktun 19 katun 1 tun 16 uinal 7 kin
The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Thursday, 23 Ramadan 1415 (1415-9-23).
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 16 April 1995.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 23 April 1995.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 1 March 1995.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 4 June 1995.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 11 June 1995.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Monday, 25 September 1995.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Saturday, 15 April 1995.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 28 February 1995.
As of 10/3/2008 9:19:52 PM EDT: You are 13 years old. You are 164 months old. You are 710 weeks old. You are 4,971 days old. You are 119,325 hours old. You are 7,159,519 minutes old. You are 429,571,192 seconds old.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Dakota Fanning (1994) Tommy McCarthy (1980) Howard Jones (1955)
Patricia Richardson (1951) John Sandford (1944) Johnny Winter (1944)
Peter Fonda (1939) Donna J. Stone (1933) W.E.B. DuBois (1868)
George Frederic Handel (1685)
Top songs of 1995
Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio featuring L.V. Waterfalls by TLC
Creep by TLC Kiss from a Rose by Seal
On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men Another Night by Real McCoy
Fantasy by Mariah Carey Take a Bow by Madonna
Don't Take It Personal (Just One of Dem Days) by Monica This Is How We Do It by Montell Jordan
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 1.94559686888454 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)
Your lucky day is Thursday. Your lucky number is 3 & 7. Your ruling planet(s) is Jupiter & Neptune. Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th. Your opposition sign is Virgo. Your opposition number(s) is 5. Today is not one of your lucky days!
There are 143 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 14 candles. Those 14 candles produce 14 BTUs, or 3,528 calories of heat (that's only 3.5280 food Calories!). You can boil 1.60 US ounces of water with that many candles.
In 1995 there were 3,899,589 births in the US.
In 1995 the US population was approximately 248,709,873 people, 70.3 persons per square mile.
In 1995 in the US there were 2,336,000 marriages (8.9%) and 1,169,000 divorces (4.4%)
In 1995 in the US there were approximately 2,148,000 deaths (8.6 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.
In 1995 the population of Australia was approximately 18,196,054.
In 1995 there were approximately 256,190 births in Australia.
In 1995 in Australia there were approximately 109,386 marriages and 49,712 divorces.
In 1995 in Australia there were approximately 125,133 deaths.
Your birthstone is Amethyst. The Mystical properties of Amethyst: Amethyst is used to increase spiritually. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources). Bloodstone, Onyx, Moonstone
Your birth tree is Pine Tree, the Particularity. Loves agreeable company, very robust, knows how to make life comfortable, very active, natural, good companion, but seldom friendly, falls easily in love but its passion burns out quickly, gives up easily, many disappointments till it finds its ideal, trustworthy, practical.
There are 83 days till Christmas 2008!
There are 96 days till Orthodox Christmas!
The moon's phase on the day you were born was waning crescent.
Posted: Oct 3, 2008
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