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Wade

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm clean, but my room isn't. Don't have [much of] a Southern accent, but I do have a pocket knife with ducks on it. "Close to You" for some reason has been the default random song to pop in my head for years now and it makes me weep with frustration. The blog has a lot of [poorly edited] details from just one story that isn't The Rest of My Life. Boy, do I hate the Olsen twins, but that hatred might be starting to be eclipsed by something I glanced on American Idol. Also: If I could see an echidna riding on the back of a giant river otter, I'd be one step closer to happiness.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Shitty tennis players; I haven't played in at least 8 years, but I DO own a racket. You non-playing-tennis people are fine as well, as long as you don't have a webcam or nekid pics you expect me to pay for.

My Blog

Release (except for one thing)

There's somoething so sublime about leaving. There's no one leading me as I walk out the doors of the courtroom.  There's no one ahead or behind me in single file.  My hands aren't held...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 04:48:00 GMT

A Dragging Interim

It's been a long walk from the courtroom to the holding area on the other side of the metal door with the small sqare window in it.  Really, it's only a distance of about fifty feet but...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 13:04:00 GMT

No No No No!

My heart is beating fiercly and I'd be picking at and fidgetting with my fingers were I not concentrating on holding them behind me as if bound by invisible handcuffs.  I am escorted over to...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:19:00 GMT

Well Thats a Relief

Perhaps I forgot our order, or maybe we are called in different order than our spot in line, but the Junkie gets to go before the judge before I do.  He mumbles softly incoherent things to his la...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 11:53:00 GMT

Ignoring the Discomfort

I'm sitting quietly, trying to ignore both my body's sensations and the sweet smell of the Junky's vomit when a relieved Ernesto gets to leave the odor behind and go before the judge.  ...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:14:00 GMT

This Makes Me Sick

The Junkie sits hunched over with his arms resting on his knees, and a line of a translucent glycerin substance extending from his mouth to the dirty marble floor.  The thick stran...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 14:24:00 GMT

Lineup

Finally! I'm still in the waiting room with the interview booths, but everything seems so much better now because I'm also in a line leading to the door of the mesh caging, and once that door opens I ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 00:06:00 GMT

Inch by Inch

Back in the waiting room things are exactly the same as they were before.  We're all doing the same waiting game as before, yet having seen a lawyer finally my mood has somewhat lightened.  ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 11:09:00 GMT

Copout

Michone stands to leave and opens a door behind her.  I open the accordian style doors and step out of the shaded booth and back into the waiting room full of sunlight and&nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 15:24:00 GMT

Some Things Discussed

I could hire another lawyer but the facts in the case seem to be pretty cut and dry. The fact is I didn't really drive anywhere and there was no intention to get out on the road or anything.  Ne...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 10:11:00 GMT