open letter

An open letter
To Alcohol

January 29, 2007


Dear Alcohol,

I would like to thank you for all of the great times you have helped me to have over the years. You have been there when I was down, when I hurt, and when I wanted to have a good time. From the first time you touched my lips I knew that we were meant for each other.

From the Jager that I had at that hockey tournament, to the vodka I had at my friend’s house before the Michigan game. You have helped me have some of the best times of my life. Over the years you have showed me how you can hurt me by giving me bad hangovers, stupidity, and vomiting. All those things are bad, but I am glad that they happened to me. They opened my eyes to what life could be like and you helped me to make new friends and get into new situations that I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for you.

Although you have given some bad experiences you have helped me get thorough the boring nights where there was nothing else better to do. I am truly grateful when I say thank you for all of the things you have done for me. You were there when I needed you. I was there when you needed me. Things are just getting out of hand.

This is why I am sad to say were through. Some time in the future you may get back into my life, like in college or when I am of age, but until then I am done with you. I hate you, but not really. Although you are the ruin or demise for some people you help me to unleash my inner self that people don’t normally see. So I am going to put you back on the shelf for a few, I am going to let some other people pass you around and have the fun for awhile. Thank you for everything again I love you I hope we meet again one day in the somewhat near future.


Thanks, Bro,
Max Trowbridge

good weekend so far

Ahh another night of picking up the ladies at B-dubs..... Great night, Nope no underage drinking ms. e i told you I'm clean. Yeahhh on the other hand i just made plans for midwinter break i am sooo pumped. I'm taking a Chicky friend to Florida. This has the making of the best trip ever. now its time for a story

Well no I'm not gonna write a story considering the fact that every time i have. in fact i think i will just ramble on. That's the name of a zeppelin son. Zeppelin is one of the greatest bands of all time its to bad there not around any more. Along with zeppelin these Pink Floyd, The doors, and Metallica. Maybe its just my bands but VH1 thinks kinda the same way ohh you cant forget black sabbath.... Ozzy is sooo messed up its to bad you cant understand a think the poor crack head says..... i like putting dots after things... haha dots who ever has read this far needs to stop because they Polly think i am the most messed up kid ever if they didn't already think that. I'm watching future weapons on discovery channel its really cool robot helicopter that kill ppl crazy stuff mannn. ohhh jeez I'm done GOOD NIGHT

Squirt bottles are very delightful, but they bring out the worst sides in people. For instance the most kind hearted person in the world will feel the need to squirt someone just to see the sheer terror face when they get hit with the cold blast of water. That all i have to say about that.

There once was a turtle who lived in a log down by the river. This turtle was a small fellow in fact all of his turtle friends made fun of him when the would play basket ball on the lily pads. All of his friends called him Nate so that's was the name he went by. One day Nate was walking to the tall oak tree looking for something to eat when his friend Tim came and asked him to hoop it up at the main lily pad at the center of the pond. Nate said "OK" as he thought in his mind "what am i doing i suck at B-ball." When they finally made it to the court every one was amazing. They were all varsity players at his school he was obviously out of his league. During the warm up his team mates were draining threes while he could barley make a lay up. A tear ran down his cheek as he realized that he was out of his mind for agreeing to play with these people. It was then when his friend Tim walked up and told him to try his hardest and good things will happen. They were playing a game to 21 and the score was 19-19. The ball was in Nate's hands and he was outside the ark. Every thing got slow as Tim yelled SHOOOOOOT! Nate shot the ball and it hit the rim bounces up hit the back board and finally went in. As this happened he yelled KOBE! It was then that he was the man on the court and he went down in history as big Nate the balla. (THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS BIG THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES AND IF YOUR TRY YOU CAN SUCCEED)

Squirt bottles are very delightful, but they bring out the worst sides in people. For instance the most kind hearted person in the world will feel the need to squirt someone just to see the sheer terror face when they get hit with the cold blast of water. That all i have to say about that.

There once was a turtle who lived in a log down by the river. This turtle was a small fellow in fact all of his turtle friends made fun of him when the would play basket ball on the lily pads. All of his friends called him Nate so that's was the name he went by. One day Nate was walking to the tall oak tree looking for something to eat when his friend Tim came and asked him to hoop it up at the main lily pad at the center of the pond. Nate said "OK" as he thought in his mind "what am i doing i suck at B-ball." When they finally made it to the court every one was amazing. They were all varsity players at his school he was obviously out of his league. During the warm up his team mates were draining threes while he could barley make a lay up. A tear ran down his cheek as he realized that he was out of his mind for agreeing to play with these people. It was then when his friend Tim walked up and told him to try his hardest and good things will happen. They were playing a game to 21 and the score was 19-19. The ball was in Nate's hands and he was outside the ark. Every thing got slow as Tim yelled SHOOOOOOT! Nate shot the ball and it hit the rim bounces up hit the back board and finally went in. As this happened he yelled KOBE! It was then that he was the man on the court and he went down in history as big Nate the balla. (THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS BIG THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES AND IF YOUR TRY YOU CAN SUCCEED)

i am

I am like the wind
being felt round the world
making people happy and sad
destroying things as i may feel.
I am Christmas
Brighton little kids faces
offering major disappointment
I am a white pine
standing tall and straight
offering protection from the storm
and shade from the sun
I am snoopy
an all American icon
people watch me and love me
I am a tattoo
making people forever

TICKET = somthing extra

Well i went to court today... I'm frustrated. The cop knew i didn't do anything wrong he just had to make his ticket quota which is LAME because i did NOT run a red lite. Well i didn't say a work except i accept to the judges question "do you accept the lesser charge of traffic impediment". What ever no points hundred dollar fine it all good. Time for a short story i am about to write....

In Russia there once lived a rat who wanted to dine on fine wines and cheeses. This rats name was Greg. Unfortunately for Greg it was during the rein of Stalin so mother Russia didn't have much of anything. Greg lived in an old prison in the heart of Moscow. This prison was where all of the war criminals stayed during the war. Greg lived under a bunk in cell 113 with an old man who every one called kirney. Kirney had tangled gray hair and two missing fingers which was the result of the butchering he used to do before he was caught. George and Kirney were both good friends and would talk daily about what life would be like outside of prison. One day Kirney was sending a package to his daughter Lindsy who lived in France and Greg hoped into the box when kirney looked over his shoulder at the slop the guard had just shoved through the door. Before Greg knew it he was looking up at Lindsy who screamed and ran away when she realized what she was looking at. It was then when Greg ran around the corner and slipped into a tiny hole that he found under the living room sofa. it was there that he saw what his new life would be like. Greg saw couches a tub and even a kitchen which was tucked away behind the next stud in the wall. Greg realized that he would be living like a king from now on but there was one thing that he needed and that was food. Greg after coming to this conclusion sneaked around the corner and popped onto the counter and grabbed some cheese and took a bucket of wine out of Lindsey's glass. He then took it back to his room and ate like a king for days until about a week later he heard a knock on the door. Greg slowly walked out of his hole and to the edge of the couch. To his demise he saw the exterminator. Greg quickly turned around and ran quickly back to his hole. It only took the exterminator 5 minutes to find Greg and quickly snatched him up and put him in a trap where Greg eventually died. While in the trap before Greg died he realized that he left his true friend Kriney back in Russia and he was getting what he deserved for leaving him alone. (THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS DON'T LEAVE YOUR TRUE FRIENDS FOR WHAT SEEMS TO BE BETTER THINGS BECAUSE YOU MAY REGRET IT LATER)

goldie!!!

I'm a GOLD!!! Being gold is really weird i have never looked at my self as being a rule follower. I am a big person on the issue of respect. I get concerned about people and there problems (i like to help). I value family, home, and tradition. Those three things are a big part of my life. When i read about the gold life style it almost fits me perfectly, although orange also plays a small role. There are times i don't want to be a gold and i test the orange style, but i always end up as a gold in the end. At work i like things to be structured and in place, i like things to roll smoothly and things to happen on time when they don't i tend to get stressed and i need to fix them. I tend to be a little OCD at times it gets annoying, but this is all i can think of so i am gonna write a story about bob the puppy.

Once upon a time there was a puppy named bob. He lived in a meadow of golden Daisy's. He would roll around a listen to the buzzing of the bee's all day long. one day he was rolling abd he tumbled into a gopher hole. He got so scared. Poor bob didnt know what to do. This is when the magical gopher from china appeard. With one chatter of his teeth bob and the gopher were on the moon bouncing in and out of craters. It was on the moon when bob the puppy learned the gophers name was tim. As bob and tim were munching on some chicken that they had packed in a picnic basket and strange sound came from a freashly made crater about 150.654 meters away. Bob and tim slowly but surly moseyed twored the new crater and that is when it happened. A alien with huge pearly white fangs that shined like polished pearls. This is when the alien chomped on there heads and ate them like breakfast. THE END

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SO THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER I AM SOOO HAPPY!