Work is satisfying...more than I would ever expect. I have fun there..the people are nice and chill, and like the work isn't that bad. Even though it is a minimum wage job, it is a good first job and good first experience of the workforce. Gosh...I never thought I would be working. I mean I always said I wanted a job, but I was kind of happy that no one wanted to hire me. I guess I just wanted to prolong immaturity....irresponsibility...basically just kicking back for a few more years...I mean growing up means getting a job and working...I still wanted to live off of mother and father for a little while. What really woke me up and sort of kicked me in the @$$ about working and making my own money was when I didn't get financial aid and had to pay for school myself. I had to find a way of getting money to pay for school. That was a bitch! $1,200!!!I had to make a deal with my brother, Peter, to get the majority of it..I had to pitch in 600 on my own...and I had to get 200 from my parents...and lie to them. I also had to borrow money from my friend Ant. Also going out was a problem cuz that involves money, and though someone would always pay for me and stuff, I just felt bad...I am a person who likes paying for himself and treating others...yet I was the one being treated...and like I wouldn't want to go somewhere cuz I didn't have money but friends would still make me go places...just to chill..hang out...and yet again I would be treated to it. Also, birthdays came around and I had no money to pitch in. I couldn't be a part of the "big" gift...I would see the gift and have everyone on it except me. And I wanted to pitch in, but I had no money to pitch in. Enough was enough...it was time to get up and take responsibility and grow up. And I am thankful for this job. I am grateful that Edward's Cinema and Omar is giving me a chance and I don't want to let them down. I don't like to let anyone down...I like working and I like my job and I finally know how earning my own money feels like. I mean through all the hours I work...and even when I do something I don't like or don't want to..I handle it like I handle things in life...with a smile...regardless if I like to or not...Despite the long hours or lack there of, work is something I needed. I am a working man now!

Life is all right, but I am still tormented by my past. It seems like I have moved on, but any little thing will still remind me of Roy. And I still see and replay the whole day in my mind. I feel so much emotions. I am sad that you are gone...I am happy that you won't suffer everyday life...I am angry that the ocean took you...angry that you left...angry that life wasn't put on hold because losing you it felt like it should have been put on hold...Everything should have been put on hold..but it wasn't everything went on just like it would have when you were here...The day of the incident....March 14. 8 months have passed...still can't believe life goes on even when you aren't here. I still can't face the beach. I went back to the beach once...before school started. I thought that it would help me. The beach is different, and it didn't do much to help me. I mean face the thing that took my friend away...and almost took me but decided to spare me. I have not forgotten..and though I haven't visited him...or written about him..it doesn't mean I forgot him...and it does make things hard. But no matter what....you will never be forgotten!! We all miss you...we are just trying to get through life one day at a time...and though it seems like we are doing well and have moved one, noone or nothing will ever take the memory of you away from us! You are just too cool and special to be forgotten. You willl always live in our hearts! We miss you...we love you....I miss you...I love you....Rest in Peace...