December. Damn — so many things happened to me in decembers pasts. Namely in 1994, that is when I was in basic training then my freshman year I got very sick where I had lost my voice at a wrestling meet.   But now here I am able to write about it as a rant,  but in 1996 was the year I was hit by a car coming home from class.

     It always been an eventful month; but now here I am being able to sit and talk about this calmly says a lot.  I went to Canada the day when I was hit by a car — it was the four year anniversy of that.  But it would be six years since I had started a journal on paper and this is where a lot of my writings originated from and t his would be a lot of my thoughts at random.