Post by zachary aden brenet on Feb 3, 2015 8:50:11 GMT -5
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ZACHARY ADEN BRENET
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let me tell you a story. the story starts in downtown manhattan, a woman was walking across the road, the traffic lights had told he she could walk and had told the cars moving toward her that they had to stop. but one of those cars wasn't paying atteniton, or more that the man driving it wasn't paying attention and said car hit the woman and she fell to the ground and woke up in hospital. one person was by her side when she awoke, her sister. the two had always been close, there was a little less than a year between them, ten months to be exact or near exact, so she wasn't surprised that she was there. as she took in the room she noticed some roses beside her bed and she told he sister that she should have, in which she responded that she didn't. it was only an hour later that she found out that the roses were from the man who hit her. he came to see her after work to make sure that she was okay, to which she responded that she wasn't because she was in hospital and it sucked but in a light hearted way. he said farewell and left the two sisters, they talked about him for the next half an hour. he stopped by again the day before she was released and offered to take her home when she was released. she agreed to it because he sister had to work and it was probably the best way she had to get home, it beat catching a cab or trying to bus it. it was the start of something that resulted in new life two years later.
a healthy baby boy was born and they couldn't be happier. though roughly a year later things were not happy as her sister came to her late one night and told her that she had been raped and needed to talk to someone she trusted. of course she told her sister that she should go to the police about it but the sister refused, she didn't want to tell anyone else about it. so all she could do was be there for he sister and when her sister came back telling her that she was pregnant from the rape she was the one who convinced the woman to keep the child, it would be something good that came out of a bad situation. she was happy when she agreed to keep that baby, her son would have a cousin to grow up with and be basically best friends with (which is more or less exactly what happened). this is where the story shifts to the woman's son.
he was quiet child, he was the one who sat off to the side and drew all over something while the rest of the class played one game or another. except when his cousin was around. when they were together a lot of trouble was had almost without fail. this didn't change all through his growing up, trouble was almost always had when the two of them got together, and he still would still draw when he was alone, or when he felt like it (mostly when he was in class supposed to be learning). school wasn't really his strong suit, but he tried or at least he did try up until he kept getting in trouble for not paying attention and drawing instead. even so he cared enough to keep going and try just a little, just enough so that people could see that there was a little bit of an effort in there. it wasn't until he was sixteen and in his second year of high school that he gave up and stopped trying all together. attention just wasn't something that was good at having, on much that wasn't his sketching anyway. as one would assume, his drawing because quite good since he did practice a lot of the time, you know when he was supposed to be paying attention in class and learning all about, well all those things that he didn't learn about. he dropped out when he was seventeen. it was just before that when his parents broke up and went through one of those messy divorces which are never good on the children, even when they aren't really children any more.
the next few years were tough, he did his best to make it on his own, he tried to move out and ended up right back in his mother's house - where his cousin was staying at the time. he did successfully find himself work, at a twenty four hour convenience store working mostly nights. he found alcohol and drugs and basically became a huge mess, but he shared most of that with his cousin. by the time he was twenty two he had shaken the drugs but still had a soft spot for the booze - something he still has and is not about to give up. in the past year he has done well for himself, though he's done more for other people than for himself really. he still drinks a lot of booze and has mastered dealing with life with a massive hangover and also how to appear sober after a few too many drinks when he shouldn't be drinking. but he's okay with that.
and that is the story of zachary brenet.
a healthy baby boy was born and they couldn't be happier. though roughly a year later things were not happy as her sister came to her late one night and told her that she had been raped and needed to talk to someone she trusted. of course she told her sister that she should go to the police about it but the sister refused, she didn't want to tell anyone else about it. so all she could do was be there for he sister and when her sister came back telling her that she was pregnant from the rape she was the one who convinced the woman to keep the child, it would be something good that came out of a bad situation. she was happy when she agreed to keep that baby, her son would have a cousin to grow up with and be basically best friends with (which is more or less exactly what happened). this is where the story shifts to the woman's son.
he was quiet child, he was the one who sat off to the side and drew all over something while the rest of the class played one game or another. except when his cousin was around. when they were together a lot of trouble was had almost without fail. this didn't change all through his growing up, trouble was almost always had when the two of them got together, and he still would still draw when he was alone, or when he felt like it (mostly when he was in class supposed to be learning). school wasn't really his strong suit, but he tried or at least he did try up until he kept getting in trouble for not paying attention and drawing instead. even so he cared enough to keep going and try just a little, just enough so that people could see that there was a little bit of an effort in there. it wasn't until he was sixteen and in his second year of high school that he gave up and stopped trying all together. attention just wasn't something that was good at having, on much that wasn't his sketching anyway. as one would assume, his drawing because quite good since he did practice a lot of the time, you know when he was supposed to be paying attention in class and learning all about, well all those things that he didn't learn about. he dropped out when he was seventeen. it was just before that when his parents broke up and went through one of those messy divorces which are never good on the children, even when they aren't really children any more.
the next few years were tough, he did his best to make it on his own, he tried to move out and ended up right back in his mother's house - where his cousin was staying at the time. he did successfully find himself work, at a twenty four hour convenience store working mostly nights. he found alcohol and drugs and basically became a huge mess, but he shared most of that with his cousin. by the time he was twenty two he had shaken the drugs but still had a soft spot for the booze - something he still has and is not about to give up. in the past year he has done well for himself, though he's done more for other people than for himself really. he still drinks a lot of booze and has mastered dealing with life with a massive hangover and also how to appear sober after a few too many drinks when he shouldn't be drinking. but he's okay with that.
and that is the story of zachary brenet.
JOSH FRANCESCHI - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY HAYLEY
