I got a site? For real?
Hey hey hey so I haven’t written since I was so mad I could hardly see and well I have calmed down a lot. Cherelle and I are kickin it again and I finally got a site for my externs “thank God!!”
I am trying to sell my tattoo machine and power source, but no one seems interested in a
great quality piece of history. My Nana gave it to me after my step grandfather passed away and it has sat in my closet collecting dust. I have wanted to use it but ink and needles are a bit expensive and well not in the budget. It is an Owen Jensen and is in great shape so if you or anyone you know may want it just let me know.
Okay okay okay, so Cherelle and I have managed to get back together and are doing well. How this happened I am not sure; I guess I am just losing my edge. Don’t get me wrong
I am happy with her when things are going well. Her husband now plays way less of a roll in her life; I hope soon she will realize that the only roll he needs to play is the kids’ father on the weekends and special events. But who knows how things will work out. Okay so on a happier note Cherelle is trying to do better and has made leaps and bounds to make sure that she doesn’t do anything that she wouldn’t want done back to her. “The Golden Rule”
So I am sitting at home with Cherelle’s kids while she is out trying on dresses with my brother’s fiancée, that’s right my little bro is getting married next weekend and will be having a little baby soon too. So yeah both of the kids are sick and just want to sleep so I guess it’s cool that I am here with them. I am getting some extra lovin for sitting here today too so it is all good. Just playing.
So Central Florida Institute “CFI” finally found me some where to do my externship for six 
months so that someday I can get to making some real money. CFI placed me thirty miles away from home in Carolwood. The trip to and from externship is about to a little more than an hour drive, I was mad at first but I do like where I am placed. My preceptor seems to have faith
in my fresh new skills; she even let me do a full scan on my second day. I was so nervous but my preceptor watched over me and guided me threw the entire scan and double checked my work. She also let me do a bubble study “I just pushed the bubbles” I hope this next six months flies by so that I can start making money and a name for myself. I know I can do this and I can’t wait till I have the necessary skills to be the best out there. I Central Florida Institute will want to name a building after me someday just because they will know that they trained the best, lol; I am just playing. I havn’t talked to any of my classmates since I changed my number and the only one I ever really talked to was Ray, I hope he is doing good at his site.
Well I guess I am going to have to get some studying done while I have the chance before Cherelle Coggins gets home. I can’t study around her because I enjoy hanging out with her to much lol. I got a lot of catch up studying to do. I see everyday at externs more and more what I need to study. I have a good grasp of the stuff but I can do better. So for now I am off to learn I will write more soon I hope.
The great Trump
The burning Towel?
So yesterday on my way to school was almost a disaster, partly because I took a different way to school. I have to go to Office Depot to get my argumentative paper printed since I no longer have a printer at home. After I left Office Depot I started down us19 like normal, except I was way north of where I normally get onto 19; I was also driving a little faster than normal, but I was staying right with traffic and only passing people in the slow lane and no one else. As I came up on Main street I saw them both, a Mustang “the exact same color as the Lincoln” flying past me like I was standing still and a cop in one of the Charger things; the cop pulled out and I was like boy that guy is screwed. It took a few seconds for the cop to make his way threw traffic; once he did to my surprise, he got behind me; the bastard! I could not believe that he was behind me; we were at the Main street light and when I turned green his lights came on. I was pissed; so pissed the I was picked from the crowd, and now I’m going to be late for school. From the center lane where I was; I maneuvered my way to the slow lane and then into the little parking lot of a pawn shop just south of Main. I put my land yacht into park shut it off and put the keys on the dashboard. While doing those few things and scrambling for my license and registration, I could smell some terrible smelling smoke. At first I thought just my luck the car is on fire; I looked at the hood to see if any smoke was coming out from under it, and there wasn’t any; I looked in the mirrors and out the windows for this rancid smelling smoke. To my left up against a telephone poll was the source; a burning towel or fabric of some sort. The cop seen it to and before coming to my window he walked over to the material and kicked it to the sidewalk, he then stomped on it a few times to snuff the fire. After a few seconds of putting out the fire he started to walk up to my car, and well he didn’t make it far; the towel lit up again and with more smoke this time. The officer stomped it some more; waited a few seconds and it lit right back up. I guess he had had enough, the man walked over to his car grabbed the fire extinguisher fiddled with the locking pin and then spayed the small but persistent fire. Well fire extinguishers put out fires don’t they? He came up to my window, apologized for the fire and taking so long, I nodded; handed him my paper work. He looked at me and said, “I pulled you over for doing sixty in a forty-five.” I wanted to say “bullshit the guy in the Mustang was doing seventy then!” but I kept my mouth shut. He started for his car and then it happened again; flames a foot high coming from this rag with more smoke than ever. Before the officer got into his car he sprayed the flames down with more stuff and a longer burst this time; then got in his car only for a minute and poof more fire more smoke. He got out of the car came up to mine and said “Slow down it would have been a $204 ticket, I’ll move my car” I was like thank God for the burning rag. As I backed up the towel was still burning a one of the fake fire trucks was crossing the median, I wasn’t about to wait for him to put out the fire I didn’t want the cop changing his mind about the ticket! I left as quickly and slowly as possible. So for like twenty minutes a rag burned and in turn saved me from a hefty ticket that at this time I could not afford. I am not saying any thing bad about the cops’ efforts on trying to put out the little fire that could. He tried and the fire just would not go out. I’m am so glad I got out of that ticket; oh yeah I was twenty minutes late for class. Until next time drive slow, no one wants a ticket!
Mike
Wait is that all you thought I was going to write; well your crazy, I got more to say!
Um…. Just a few more days until Jackie moves to NY and I’ll be home all alone. Well I’ll have lugg to hang with and I’ll have lots of studying to do so I guess I’ll be okay. I’m 13 weeks no smoking and am so proud!!! Well I guess that’s all I’m going to write; I’m hungry and want to get something to eat.
Mike ttys
Michael Trump 