When mom started to let me walk on my own when we went out, or go places with friends she made me swear to her that I would watch myself. That while I was walking I would walk as if I owned the world, and had no emotion. I could smile, but I would hold a stare as cold as ice. Since then I've maintained that hard stare and have noticed not many people talk to me while I'm out, as opposed to when I'm with my mother and hold a friendlier nature. Today I shot someone that stare and he asked me if I had a cigarette. He was my age, and I was half tempted to reply sorry, I dont carry cancer sticks, but I just said no, with absolutely no personality what-so-ever. I'm curious though, why he asked me of all people for a cigarette. For one thing, my insane shortness take like 5 years off my life, making me look younger then I already am. For another thing I'm not near the smoking age as it is. Oh well, just weirdness. When we were going under and overpass today the man walking above us was throwing fake punches and cheering himself on. I met another exceptional person today at the Cab Stand. I dont know all of Mum's employees, but a decent amount. This man however was very different. Immediately I didnt like him because of his obnoxious higher-picthed voice. He reminded me very much of a friend of mines father who I would willingly screw into the ground in a heartbeat, what an annoying fella he is. ANYWAY, this man kept looking at me as I skimmed the pages of my book. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me nervous for the most part, especially since I hadnt seen exactly what HE looked like, just glimpsed him more or less. I believe theres a saying about looking into a killers eyes, and thats what I wanted to do, but his stare intimidated me more then anything else. But after a few more anxious pages of my book he asked: "What book you got there? "Farenheight 451" "Ahhh, good book, good book." (Like he knows anything, not to stereotype but the people in this region of work force and county area normally are low-life scumbs who would stab my mother in a second) "Yeah, its kinda hard literature though..." "Ray Bradbury, hes a hard fella." "Yeah." I was shocked he knew the name, and even MORE shocked later when he called off all but ONE Jeopardy answer in TV. This man was a flipping genius, and here he was, drinking a coca cola and totting people around for a living. I just couldnt believe how far he'd thrown his life down the drain. I mean, I dont know his life story but this was an intelligent man here, and I wish he would've gone farther. I just dont understand it. Gah. Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman