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If you had met me in the summer of 2001 chances are you would have wished you hadn‘t. I was what society calls a waste of space. I had graduated from high school to nothing and loved it. The reason I think you wouldn’t have liked to meet me was it would have been unpleasant for you. Chances are that I may have hit you. Not with a bat, fist or other blunt object but with one of my 3 cars I went through that year. I was a very uncaring person, with no real “drive” in life. I like to state it that way now. I went through life as if cruise control was autopilot. I was out on the town, cruising “the strip.” You know the street, Main St. Virginia. I was in my prized possession; my 1993 white Mitsubishi Eclipse. I had it decked out. You know: CD, radio, running lights a black leather bra and eight speakers. I was looking for trouble as always, and about to find it. It was a pleasant but chilly evening- the perfect time to whoop it up out at Lake Vermillion. I stopped at my friend’s house, Zak, and he was ready and raring to go. I told him we needed to break the monotony and plan a party, so we laid it out. Zak said he could call the ladies and see if they were down for it. He called Jessie, Tara, and Meg and where in town and ready to paint it red, so to speak. The audience was ready now we had to find a venue that was appropriate, so I called up Vince.
Approximate Word count = 1103
Approximate Pages = 4.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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