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Writer's Block: Ten years to the day
What do you expect to be doing ten years from today, and where do you hope to be living?

I would love to be a bassist/vocalist in a band and i WILL get there when i am older.
Currently i'm just trying to get more confidence in myself when it comes to my voice and well as it goes for playing bass, i have a wee way to go, but when i get my bass back i'm going to practise every day and get fucking awesome at it!
I would also like to be living somewhere like New York, i recon that would be pretty cool, but i think i should go check it out there first.

Writer's Block: Troubled waters
When something is troubling you, where do you usually turn? Do you feel like you have a solid network of emotional support? Do you communicate with your best friends in person or online?

I usually turn to whoever he fuck im talking to online.
I don't have a stable place to turn to when im emotional fucked, or troubled or whatever.
fuck this.
i'm emotionally fucked right now and came on here to do some more story writing, not answer shit about troubles, this probably isn't even helping! D;

I'm woken by a tap on the shoulder.
I open my eyes to see her pale face looking down at me.
"It's time to go" She tells me with he sweet soft voice.
The time is 4:23 in the afternoon, on the 14th of March 1978.
I am sixteen years old and currently in New York.
A couple of friends and I decided to come here one new years eve a year or so ago.
Only two of us made it, then it grew to four along the way.

My name is Frank Berry, most of my friends seam to call me Frankie.
In 1969 my family moved from Sheffield to California, i was eight years old.
Ever since then my father has moved us all over America with his forever changing jobs, I don't know how i managed to keep friends.

I step out of my bed and pull on my brand new bright blue jeans.
As i tuck in my singlet i walk across room to the dresser where the young beautiful girl who woke me is putting on make up.
This beautiful girl is Caroline Saxon, an eighteen year old girl I met on my way to New York, her car had broken down in the middle of the desert at night.
Currently she is the love of my life. We've been together for 7 months or so.
Every little thing about her makes me happy.
Her long black hair that floats around her shoulders in the wind, her hazel green eyes that stand out for miles, even her dark make up and clothes make me crazy for her.

"Where's my shirt?" I mumble.
"What one?"
"My brown one"
"No. You're not wearing that thing" She tells me as she gets up and makes her way to the draws.
"Here! I've never seen you in this!" She says holding up a dark blue blouse my sister had gotten me last Christmas.
"Hmm, alright i'll give it a go"

I slip the soft cotton onto my body, it feels nice against my skin, i decided to take a look in the mirror, the sleeves are a little short, but that doesn't bother me, because i generally roll them up.
i flick my bleach blond mop to a side to reveal a cut above my right eye, its not as bad as it was the night before.
How the cut came to be, a homeless man came at me with a knife attempting to mug me.

"How's the cut?"
"Uh, it appears to be alright. Still hurts like a bitch though!"
Caroline giggles then kisses me on the forehead.
"Come on, lets go!" Caroline says with a lot of excitement in her voice,
"Don't want to be late now!"
"I'm coming Caroline, just got to find my wallet"

We walk two blocks to a diner, as we walk in i scan the room to see who's there.
"Hey Frank!" I hear being called from behind me.
It's my friend, James.
He approaches me with a huge grin on his little face and his hand held out waiting for me to grab it and give it a good shake.
"James, how are you?" I ask as he takes a sturdy grip of my hand.
"I'm great!" He says with much enthusiasm.
" Dude, it's been ages since i saw you last" He continues whilst adjusting his little circular glasses that surround his big blue eyes.
"Yeah, has been awhile" I say sounding slightly awkward.
" So, what brings you hear tonight young Frankie?"
"Ah nothing in particular, just though we'd pop down here and see how people are"
"Cool. I herd you just recently got a loft somewhere near here, is that so?"
"Yeah i have, about two blocks away from here"
"Oh yeah? Sweet man! Hmm so how are you lovely Caroline?" James asks while brushing his light brown fringe to a side of his face.
"I'm good thank you" she says smiling, she then tugs at my jacket and points at a man talking up the waitress.

I excuse myself from James.

As i walk over to the man he looks me dead in the eyes with a sleazy smile on his greasy face.
"So are you the we pom i've been watin' for?" He says in a heavy Scottish accent.
I smile shyly,
"Yeah, i am"
He then gets up and takes me out the back of the diner.

As i return into the diner, i can't find Caroline.
I look round the tables, i just can't see her anywhere.
As i go round the corner, i see James sitting at a table with a bunch of people playing cards.
James looks up and acknowledges me, i then see Caroline's coat hanging off the empty chair beside him.
I take a seat at the table beside a girl with short blond hair.
"She's just gone to the bathroom" the girl tells me.
I nod.
"Want to play next hand?" James asks me,
"Sure, why not. Might go grab a drink first"
"Sweet man" James says as he stubs out his cigarette on the table.

I order a strawberry milkshake and some chips.
I watch the girl as she makes my drink.
She seams happy, but not a real happy, a fake placebo happy.
I could tell by the look in her eye that she was not happy at all.
As she hands over my order i thank her and give her a tip.

As i sit back down the girl with short blond hair starts to deal out the cards for the next game.

I want to write a story about some crime fuckers.
I want them to be evil as fuck.
I only want them to be a team of five.
I want the token sex appeal bitch, blonde hair of course.
I want a little fucking push over, short and something like glasses or like has to use there fucking inhailer all the time.
I want the mysterious guy with like black swishy hair and all black clothes and smokes like a mother fucker.
I want the weird girl who looks younger then she really is and is fucking quite.
And i don't know what else i want, possibly a token black guy or something similar, but i don't want one because its to fucking typical. MOTHER FUCKER.

Writer's Block: Sense and sensibility
If you could keep only one of your five senses--taste, touch, smell, sight, or hearing--which would you choose and why?

Hard choice between sight and sound but probably sound.
I couldn't live without hearing i don't think.

Writer's Block: Play it again, Sam
If you could only listen to one CD for the rest of your life, what would you choose and why?

Confusion Is Sex by Sonic Youth because it is amazing and noisey!

Writer's Block: Name your talent
If you could have one extraordinary talent, what would you choose and why?

Amazing musical skills because i am currently shit.

Writer's Block: Time in a bottle
Imagine that you have a time machine. Which deceased musician would you most want to travel back in time to watch perform live?

Hard one.
Ian Curtis or Kurt Cobain, both!
Go back to the 70's and see Joy Division then stay in the 70's and live my way through the 80's then in the 90's see Nirvana! SIMPLE!

Writer's Block: Name your passion
What are you most passionate about and why?

Sonic Youth, because i am a silly fan girl?
I don't know!
There music is fucking amazing anywho, screaming wailing painfully good guitars screaming there beautifulness in my ears any day thank you very much! NOIIIIISSSEEEE!!

Writer's Block: Smoke screen
What are your feelings towards smoking? What rights do you think smokers and non-smokers should have?

Do what you please.
I smoke myself and enjoy it.
If you don;t want to smoke, that is also fine.
Each to there own.