Verbing The Adjective Noun

It's past Midnight, and I'm sketch a two page layout of a Triceratopses. Yes, Triceratopses. Sounds ridiculous right? It's perhaps the most hideous plural I've heard recently. Why not just call it a Triceratop? Then the plural would be Triceratops. Problem solved?

Went through the first actual day of work. Missed the bus, and ended up an hour late. That panic attack of an hour passed, and I found myself working in the cosmetics section. Nobody seemed to care that I was late. I was introduced to the ladies in cosmetics, and some other dude. They said the words. "Dylan, this is Duran. You two will be working together." Tell me that isn't a line from an action movie. Work in retail would be much better with some gun fights, and explosions.

If I can't get that, then I'll settle for my boss telling me, that she wants my name tag on her desk in the morning...

Fuck. The school caught fire today. I did'nt do it, you guys... Though I'm almost positive that it was one of us, and by one of us I mean Illustration students.

So I'm about to leave school, but decide to drop by my locker to get some stuff. I stopped about halfway through the hall when I saw a wall of smoke where my locker should be standing. To my knowledge nothing my locker was flammable. That said, if I come to school Wednesday, find my locker incinerated, then I'll be pissed.

My bank account has hit dangerously low number once again, with that, and the ever present threat of stuff that wants my money, I embarked to get job...

This was a few months ago, and only last week did I finally attain employment. Once again, I'll be spending precious hours of the holiday season working at Macy's. Fuck. I really can't begin on how much I hated working there in the past. Dick managers, Dick Customers, Working at the mall. (A mall, that involves walking home through the get stabbed capital of town) Sucky job was sucky. They kept giving me trouble for not wearing black. I'm color blind you dicks, Dark blue, and black are like the same damn thing to me.

I'm hoping that this time will be different. For one thing, I know beyond the shadow of a doubt my suit is black this time. The sucky part is, I'm wearing a suit to work. The whole concept of wearing a suit to work frightens me to no end. Strangely enough, I wear this suit a lot. Just not to work. Work takes the fun out of wearing a suit. It's impossible to look classy while ringing things up on a cash register. My new hair cut doesnt help the classy thing either. It's too short, so I look like tool.

As much as this job is gonna blow, I need the money. I'm gonna be pissed if I came this far, just to realize that I can't afford that last train ticket. Having some cash money to do stuff, would be pretty awesome too. Can't do stuff unless you have money...

...Unless we change to a barter system. That would be kinda cool.

Holy hell. My Friday morning commute is usually crowded as hell, but goddamn, it was damn near triple in size!
What could cause this massive increase in daily grind participants? I'll fucking tell you. The god damn World Series...

I have a love hate relationship with baseball, and all sports. They are fun to play when I get the opportunity, but boring as hell to watch.
That's why I could never watch ESPN. I went to a Mets game once when I was 11, but the fun was in watching all of the fans over react to the game. I live in New York, and I go to school in Manhattan. New York fucking City. Being there almost everyday is kind of cool, but unlike most major cities, We have 2 Baseball teams. 2 teams in a fierce rivalry with each other... Thank god it isn't a subway series this time. Those are like civil war. Except it's annoying sports fans taking out other obnoxious sports fans, so nothing of real value is lost.

Anyway, I get out of Penn, and I see a horde of Yankee fans. It's 8:30, what the hell are they doing out at this hour?  Half of them are drunk too... Honestly I'm impressed by that. Getting hammered that early takes dedication. I walk my way to school, and I can hear nothing but the fans chanting, and clapping. Part of me wants to wear a Mets jersey to see how they all react, but logic tells me I want to keep all of my teeth. Also I do not own a jersey for any team. Oh hell, there's some in the computer lab... It's spreading. I hope none of them bite me.

Honestly I don't show as much gusto for sporting events as much as the people that surround me. I think it's because baseball, and other sports need to be spiced up. Booby traps, Ferocious animals, Let the batter take the bat with him through the bases to defend himself, from the other players who at the point are trying to tackle him. That would make things more entertaining. It's sort of like playing Bad Mitton with hand grenades... You call that Badass Mitton.

To sum up the weekend. There was an awesome sweet 16 for my sister Kayla, and a Wake for The father of my older siblings Mike Stegemann. The wake was... Different from the other Wakes I've attended in the past. Never thought I'd ever laugh at one... Though knowing Mike that kind of thing is the be expected. I didn't really know him very well, aside from occasional visiting him when Tyler came up to visit. But I knew him enough, to know how much it sucks that he's gone. Most of my memories of him come from stories my older siblings told me. Some of them are Legendary. You can read a lot of them  at my older brother's blog here. 

 www.betheboy.com

I'm not really gonna do a eulogy or anything. I don't feel I have the right, But my brother sure as hell does. Go check his blog out, and read some of the legend. His other posts are awesome too.

The wake screwed with my work schedule resulting in another all nighter. The painting didn't come out the way I liked it, so I'll redo it later on.
I really hate all nighters, especially when the work you did isn't up to par with your peers expectations, or your own. Whatever. It's a learning experience. I was trying to avoid all nighters too much this semester, but I've already done 5. That's nothing compared to Sarah's record though.
I guess a little insomnia builds character. Better spent working, then playing WoW...Right?

A friend of mine once told me that my life was a musical waiting to happen. To this day I'm trying to figure out if that was some sort of threat. It's hard to figure that out when she phrases it like it's a simple observation.

The thing that's getting to me even more about that though, is that she might be right... Things started off as merely coincidental. I tuned into the musical episode of Daria. Samantha sent me a clip of some show with David Tennant playing a singing cop. Sure, I can shrug that off. But what happened this morning I can't ignore...

I was running late for school, and caught a train that skips Babylon, and goes straight to Jamaica, From there I would just transfer to a train to Penn. We are about to pull into Jamaica, and the conductor goes on the intercom to inform us that this is the trains last voyage for the season. Not only does he tell us this. He decided to sing it. He sang about the final voyage, and then sang to thank us all for being on board, and then sang that he hoped we all had a swell day. It was good to see the conductor in such a good mood, but fuck... So help me if the other passengers started to chime in, I would have snapped.

I would not have snapped due to my distaste for most musicals, I would have snapped because, if those other passengers were to chime in, were they to add a verse or two, were they to use choreography... That would just prove that Deanna was right, and frankly, I just can't let that happen.

The lamest thing about college are liberal arts. Those classes that have nothing to do with your major, and are more or less an extension of high school. Why does an english major need to take calculus? I'm certain he is'nt going to write a fucking essay about it. Or discuss the linguistics or symbolism behind a quadratic formula while sipping an over price faggy coffee with his peers, and cohorts. Fuck liberal arts, or in my case fuck art history...

I'm an art student. Illustration to be precise. At my school I need to take a certain amount of art history classes. I think three. Maybe four. I've taken 4 so far. I've only passed one. I'm taking one now, and I really don't like the way it's turning out. History of photography. Sounds interesting, right? I'll give it some credit. Some times it is. But the occaisional fun fact does'nt save the class from everything else. The biggest problem is the professor. Word of advice Professor "I Don't Remember Your Name" Your grasp at photography is ok. Just ok. Your biggest mistake was telling us that Photography is really just a hobby of yours. A statement like that makes you lose that precious credibility that all professionals strive for.
Would you let me perfrom a pap smear, if I said that Gynacology was only hobby?

Today we have a quiz. Our second one. The first one snuck up on me. I bombed the slide indentifaction segment. Whenever I take a test, I have this mini panic attack, and lose whatever information I attempted to store over the previous weeks. I bull shitted the essay portion, and somehow got a 15 out of 20 possible points in that area. I guess she just keeps an eye open for camera words like "Aperature", and "Exposure" Or "F-stop". I guess she failed to notice the "I'll be honest here. I am not prepared for this test at all, so I'm just gonna make some educated guesses about what I'm looking at." The professor drops the lowest grade for a quiz. Allowing us to skip one. I was lucky last time. I'm really not in the mood to push for another miracle.

I need to stress that fact that I'm taking a course about something that has very little relavence to the field I'm pursueing, and It's manditory for me to graduate. Fuck. There's only one history course that covers Illustration. It's mandatory for the major, yet it does not count towards an art history requirement.

Fuck Art History.
If years in the future people look back at my work, for their history course. Their art history course in space college. I want this qoute to be something I'm known for...

Fuck Art History.

1. Kitchen appliance - blender
2. Salty snack - beef jerky
3. Body part - middle finger
4. Farm animal - crow
5. Planet in our solar system - mars
6. Internet meme - milhouse is not a meme
7. Spice or herb - dylan
8. Thing that starts with M - meat
9. Article of clothing - over shirt
10. Pudding flavor -  butter scotch
11. Natural disaster - hurricane
12. Color - green
13. Lawn ornament - buddha
14. Type of building - clock tower
15. Flammable substance - gasoline
16. Something in a lunchbox - sandwich
17. Sea creature - loch ness monster
18. Geometric shape - polydecha hedron
19. Time of day - 12:34
20. Electronic device - EMF detector
21. Reason for being late - temoral rift
22. Vegetable - pickle
23. Element - thorium
24. Dessert - americone dream
25. Historical event - splitting of the atom
26. Two-digit number - 42
27. Character in The Wizard of Oz - the wizard
28. Item in a freezer - whiskey
29. Torture device - bad book on tape
30. Disease - apathy syndrome
31. Something on the floor of a movie theater -
32. Mexican dish - nachos
33. Something slimy - shuggoth
34. FA emoticon - :awesome:
35. Sandwich - ham and cheese

While playing Dungeons and Dragons with some friends at a cafe, I got a text from Kayla. Apparently Micheal Ian Black was going to be in Bay Shore the next day. The campaign ended, and I talked to my friend Ian who works for the theater he was going to appear in. Ian would be able to get us in. On my way to a bar I called Kayla, and told her this.

The next day we made to the place for the show, got our seats, and got ready to see some hilarity. Micheal Ian Black, can be a real dirty dude, which almost makes it an awkward thing to take your younger sister to, then again. Kayla says things that make me cringe at times, so a joke about cumming Diet Doctor Pepper probably isn't exactly a foreign concept to her. The show lasted about 2 hours, and we were able to go back stage and meet him. We got pictures, and autographs. Kayla's was for her birthday, he wrote "Here's to a couple more years". Mine said "See you soon"

Perhaps Micheal Ian Black is my latest celebrity stalker. I guess Steven Tyler can't do it forever....

I tend to keep my clothes for a while. By a while I mean for years. Some shirts I've had since high school... There might even be some left over from middle school that I may have forgot about. The years of have not treated my clothing well... I'm not talking about them in a sense of style. I've never had that. I'm talking about wear and tear. Most of my shirts are full of holes, and tears. Don't get me started on paint stains. Those don't really bother me too much... Only one tear really gets to me. That's any tear that occurs in the crotch zone.

These crotch zone holes, I will actually go out of my way to fix, with my limited sewing skill., Though it seems that every time I fix a hole, a new one shows up in another pair.

I'm beginning to think that the universes wants to see my balls.... Just throwing that out there...

Yeah. I know. I haven't updated this abomination. Hush. School started, things are going okay so far. Summer stuff happened that I neglected to record here. I may revisit those events in later posts. Not today though. Today I've decided to start off with something fresh.

Everybody has stuff. Though not all if it is your stuff. Chances are that if you just take a look around your room you'll find a bunch of shit that belongs to your friends, and perhaps even an enemy or two...

At the beginning of every semester, I try to clean up my room, or at least try to get things in a state that faintly resembles order. It's during these searches that I find stuff, that isn't mine. You'd think I could just give it back but it isn't that easy. Going though a stack of books I found a copy of Water Baby. It's a graphic novel about a girl who survived a shark attack, though that isn't really the main plot now that I think about the story overall... Whatever, that's not the point. The point is that this book does not belong to me. It belongs to Floe, and at the moment there is no way for me to return it to her, seeing that she is going to school in Pennsylvania. Funny, same that happened last year with another book I borrowed from her. I figure after some time I'll have most of her comic collection. Probably by the time she graduates. Speaking of having comics. Samantha has had a large stack of my comics for almost 5 years now. Wonder if I'll ever see those again...

Sarah has these faggy book cover things. I lost one when she lent me a book. No idea where it is. I lost a lot of comics are Mo's house. Some nice single issues that may never ever see the light of day again... She still has my air compresser too. Shit. That's important.

Got my friend John's copy of Godhand. My PS2 does'nt even work. Maybe I should give that back. Speaking of games, A friend of mine from middle school might still have a copy of Tomb Raider that I left him, when I moved up here. He traded it to me, for his copy of Ergheiz. I neglected to mention that I carved my initials into the back of the disc.

Other stuff that Is'nt mine but I have:
- My mother's first husbands NES (no cords)
-My uncle's Atari (no cords)
- A lot of books from Matt.
-Mustafa's USB controller

Wonder if I should return any of this stuff....

My bank account is no longer in the negatives, which is always good news. Money isn't a depressing subject for me as of late. Regular paycheck, tax refund, and for some reason the negative 30 or so dollars that was in my account was taken away, as if the fees never happened at all. Was it some sort of apology?  My financial aid came through, tuition is as good as taken care of now, leaving the only major expense for me to worry about. The commute. If  don't get anything from TAP, I suppose I'll have to pay it off from my pocket. At least of the heavy hitters, were already taken care of.

Work is boring. It always is, so much that there is always a routine, and a list of things I'll see, or witness everyday:
The same old overly tanned woman will come in first, moments after I open the register.
One of the head lifeguards will attempt to make small talk with me. (It has been getting less awkward though)
The camp kids from the other building will stampede, and create 15 minutes of chaos in the locker rooms.
The cute spanish woman will come in, and I'll be repulsed by her scent of old cigarettes.
Somebody will make a fuss over the price for entry. (In their defense, the price this year is ridiculous)
A girl who's name I never remember, will watch me draw when she isn't busy swooning over the lifeguard she's obsessed with.
The broken payphone will ring, with nothing but a spooky breathing on the other end of the line.
The custodian girl will use the term "Oral Fixation" usually towards one of the other clerks.

Aside from that daily replay, I have been getting some artwork done, so at least there is some productive activity. I try to tell myself, that it's the reason I keep this job, and remind myself that I could still be working at Wendys.

Socially things aren't bland, though things aren't a way I'm really satisfied with. Work get's in the way of hanging out with the few people I can see. Sarah is still only present via phone calls or instant message. It's really getting to me lately, though a few months of that tend to have that effect. Shame I can't afford that Otakon ambush.

Matt broke his thumb, and holds me responsible. He get's particularly angsty after a break up, and has a rather morbid superstition about it. He claims if he does not follow this superstition something awful happens. I told him not to do it, and then not to think about it. I'm guessing he was still thinking about it, which would explain for the next few weeks, he will be permanently giving a thumbs up. Ironic seeing how mopey he has been.



Drew this at work. Sarah should be feel relief that I would take on a Dolphin for her. I would feel relieved. Everybody knows that those sea mammals are all a bunch of sexual deviants...

Work started and as expected it's boring as hell. Money is money though, and I can't wait for that first paycheck. Bank account is crying for a deposit.

I still haven't seen Sarah since Anime Boston. Phone calls every couple of days have really been the only form of contact that I've had with her.
I know she's going to Otakon. Everybody seems to be going there this year. Everybody except for me that is. If there's one thin I would like to happen, is for me to stumble across some cash I can use to run to Otakon, and ambush her. Sadly, this is really unlikely, so unlikely, that me posting the plan here won't ruin any suprises.

If I decide to go through with this if hell freezes over, and I get the money, who will aid me in my epic quest?

Speaking of Quests, I seem to be hearing about Sweet Hollow Road a lot lately and talks of ghost hunting. Ghost hunting, makes me want to start hunting again. At some point over the summer wanna check the place out. Even if it is'nt haunted I hear it's spooky as hell. Should make for an interesting night, if I can get enough people together. So... How want's to be a ghost buster?

I decided that when people ask Sarah to describe me, she should simply say that I am a "Hip Hop Magician."

http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html

I used to say that I walked like a Zombie after a few miles. Today I learned that Zombie's rarely walk in straight lines.
Sound strange? It should. It is. But believe me when I say it's real. I'm sure if you've tuned into the new's you would know this, at least I think so... I haven't had the chance to watch any TV thanks to the hordes of the undead.

Okay fine I'm using the word Horde loosely. Whoever was saying that these things have a hive mind is giving them way too much credit, I haven't even run from these things... Ok, maybe I did...Just a little.


This all started on my way to Luke's house. Seemingly normal trip so far. No cars on the road though. Plenty of people though. A huge crowd at the park. As I got closer I was able to see one of these things up close. That smell is more of a signal then the rotting flesh or blank stare. The second I made eye contact, I bolted, only to find more walking the streets. Luckily I've only been chased by the ones who actually see me, and they are your typical Romero shuffler. At the moment I managed to hull myself in a Barnes and Noble. The wi-fi is still up for some reason, though I seem to be the only guy in the store. A zombie is looking at me like a window shopper. Should I feel strange that I'm waving?

My Phone is acting up. That sort of leads to more questions. My phone won't work, yet I seem to have no problem at all updating my blog. Go figure... Damn zombie got some friends now. They're clawing at the glass. I really wish I had a crowbar with me. If things get too hardcore, I would just able to Gordon Freeman my way to safty. Aim won't go up. What a pain. I wonder how everybody else is doing? Is Sarah alright? Probably. She's been dating me for 2 years. If there's anything I've taught her, it's how to deal with the undead...

Boston was a success! I sold a lot of art, and by a lot I mean enough to pay for food, and party stuff for that weekend. Hopefully next year will be better, I think working on our presentation will attract more customers. The artist alley was really the only thing I did. There was the Rave, but it was on a sucky side. Well lite, music is lamer than usual, and some dude had a seizure. Seizure tend to repel any fun for most situations.

I was rooming with Sarah, which is always nice, but I only saw her at the beginning and end of each day. It really did feel like I was going to work. Though I can't complain, since work involved drawing, and dicking around with my friends, and coming back to the room with Sarah. Sarah and her girlfriends. It's one Don Knotts short of a sitcom.

Mo, and Floe were at the con too. Floe made up for all the tackling that she couldn't do while in Pennsylvania. Mo informed me that she was now officially moved into Boston. This ruined the plan of all her Long Island friends stealing her once last time before she left. It sucks that she's gone, and it sort of makes me mad that she was distant about it. You think it would have killed her to at least say goodbye. Whatever.

I got the pool job again. But I haven't been told when it starts. Till it starts I've been biding my time with World of WarCraft. I renewed my account, and picked of a copy of Wrath of The LichKing. The new material is neat. The new continent is cool, and the quests are more interesting. It's more immersive now. At the moment my Horde Paladin is seeing all of this new stuff. While My Alliance Mage is making her way to reaching 80. 43... It's gonna take a while. Leveling can be such a chore when everybody else you know is 80 already.

The plan tonight was simple. Sit through my final in modern art, then play DnD with some classmates. Simple right? Well it should be, but that's rarely the case for me. The final went terribly, I wasn't expecting it to be good, but I drew a blank again the second the test began, any information I tried to retain was just gone. I feel like my performance in this class isn't only my fault, This professor just wasn't very good.
She would write on the black board when the only source of light was a projection on another wall. You think it would kill her to put the  information there with the image she is presenting to us. I hate art history, I really hate it. Well to be honest, I really don't like modern art. Why? Because it's pretentious. Maybe it's the illustrator in me, but when people look back on my art in the future, I don't want them analyzing it's symbolism. The most I want to be said is something like. "An early 21st century artist made this, isn't it badass?" I failed this class, I just know it.

The campaign was played in 4.0 the latest version of Dungeons and Dragons. I don't like this new system, alot of the things I like have been removed, and replaced with things that are really superfluous to the game. Things like double elves. The campaign itself was'nt too bad. Getting this sheets done is always a pain, but once things got rolling the game beacame fun again. Almost everybody was a first timer, and I think I made a good impression as a Dungeon Master. Now I just have to figure out how we'll all meet soon, so we can begin the next session.

Before the game began I got some terrible news. My mom is in the hospital, It's something about her blood pressure. I was able to get through to my sister Kayla, and she told me that she was feeling better, but the hospital wanted to keep her over night. I told Kayla that I would be home late. 2 am at the very latest.... Damn was I mistaken.

As I type here, It is 3:20 am, and the next train isn't untill 4:54. I'm sitting infront of my school, mooching off the campus network, not only so I can update, but also so I can keep myself occupied, awake. I won't be home till about 6:30. Provided that nothing else goes wrong.
I have the 5 hour course tomorrow, but I don't have the money. I think I'll reshedule after boston. Tomorrow I think would be a better time to stick with Mom, and make sure that she's alright. 

I feel really isolated right now. Late at night, the city can be hauntingly silent, with only a few mumbles from the night owls, and the humming of what I assume are air conditioners. This is a huge city, and It's the first time I've ever felt lonely. Maybe It's beacuse I'm tired, maybe It's beacuse the people I want to see are far away, or maybe it's that fact that It's 3 am, I'm alone on a city block, waiting to get out. It's depressing... But It's better than dealing with the drunks at Penn Station, right?

I managed to get the money for Boston. I can afford travel, and food shouldn't be too much of a problem. However, I lack the money to make prints. This doesn't bother me as much as it should. This is because my prints don't really sell, my commissions do. Last year I sold one print for 5 dollars, but did 5 commissions and made about 60 dollars. So the game plan this year, is for me to bring an ass load of supplies with me, to make more that a simple pen and ink piece. I'll be bringing small canvas boards, and acrylic as well. Hopefully this will be a success. If I do make prints, It'll be of only one peice, probably the one I entered into the darkstalkers contest a few months ago.

The semester is more or less over. All that's left are a couple of wrap up classes, and two finals for my liberal arts classes. Definatly not looking forward to that art history midterm. I've been been good with retaining that information. The senior show is up, if anybody is in Manhattan over the next few weeks you should stop my the museum at FIT, and check it out. Most of it is kickass.  I didn't submit to it. You had to pay for your own frames, and I had no money to afford any framing. It would have sucked to make it in, and then not be put on display beacuse there was no frame. I got to see the work of my classmates, most of it was excellent. Some people did'nt make it in, which suprised the hell out of me, then there were some peices that did'nt belong there, like a charcoal gesture. The thing looked like it came from the first semester. Almost makes me regret not entering myself. But whatever, I'll see if I make it in next year. My friends in toy design and animation made some really neat stuff. I was'nt expecting to see proto types of the toys they made on display.

Anime boston is coming up, and I've been preparing some art to sell. Prints, and commisioned sketches. I'm considering bringing some small canvas boards, and paint. Maybe I can do some paintings on the spot as well. Last year the artist alley was a great success. I was able to make up for all my travel expenses, and then some. I hope that happens again this year, beacuse I need money. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to afford everything for Boston. Mom says she'll help me out, but money is tight for everybody, so I can't garrentee it.

No cons after Boston for the rest of the summer. Matt wants me to go to this medival even in Ohio, but that isn't happening. I can't afford it, I have no medival garb, and it's in fucking Ohio. This summer is dedicated to my job, I'm probably going to work at the pool again. Easy money, and hopefully those increases to the payroll did'nt go away.

I can't really say that the semester has really improoved. I'm falling behind, though I have confidence that I can catch up somehow. As I may have said before, things went wrong this semester. Very wrong. However, looking back at it, I can only blame myself. I could have bitten the bullet, and made it through, or at least made a better attempt, but I collapsed under the pressure.

Pressure. I really don't like the word. It implies force, and in most events it's a negative force. A force you feel pressing down on you harder, harder, until finally you can't hold your self up any more. I have to go through FIT another year. I was hoping it would only be a semester, but my mistakes cost me precious time. I'm not really where I was hoping to be at this point. Not only did I fail to reach a certain point academically, I've failed to meet my peers. I speak of my classmates to be more specific. They are far ahead of me know. Though not entirely in skill.
The skills of my classmates vary, we all have significant strengths, and weaknesses. My classmates, are ahead of me in terms of attitude.
For all I know they could have had terrible things happen to them this semester, but they are doing fine. No trouble in their classes.
They'll be leaving this place before me. It's a depressing thought, but I guess it just means I'll meet up with them later.

The senior show's deadline passed. I didn't bother entering. Money is tight, and if you win your work needs to be framed. Professionally framed. Very pricey. Up until this afternoon I have negative 43 dollars to my name. Framing anything was out of the question. It feels wierd saying this, but I was more afraid of being accepted than rejected. What is the bigger insult? Being accepted, but not meeting a final requirement? Or not being accepted in the first place? There was another student gallery as well. I did'nt get in. I think I was too slow to find out information about it. Though many of my classmates made it in. I'll probably go just to support them. They really do deserve it.

Outside of school, I've moved back to Bay Shore. It feels good having my own room again. It beats a living room any day. Though there have always been problems here for me. For one, I don't have a key. I lost it when I was 14, and my step mother hasn't trusted me with one ever since. You would think after 8 years I would get another chance. I don't think I'm taken very seriously here either, that might just be my paranoia talking. The commute sucks, it's the same length as Lindenhurst more or less. But more cautious, I walk in fear when I'm in Bay Shore. I'll explain why some other time.