- Wednesday - 11 - Living the nightmare...?

Oh my god! WAR! Scary! pff, whatever.

Today! Exercise, because its healthy :3
Also started working on Echoax's OC: Platinum for our "something". Here is a preview on that [click here]

Now to finish telling the story.

So there I was. The year was twenty o six. Two thousand six. I was in like third or fourt..no it was fourth semester of prep school. One of the most memorable things I remember was playing Flyff with a cousin and a friend. Username was Iori55. Left my character at level 90. Total level was 120 if I'm not mistaken.
One day, me and some friends went to the outskirts of Reynosa to film a little movie for a class. Idea was: I was a rich bad guy hiring some guys to do bad things. Others played as the Opfor. But before that, everyone wanted to perform some drifts out in the fields. Being too slow to get off, I fell off the back of the truck's bed. Landing hard on my back. Left a good bruise too.
Once we were in 5th semester, class changed from early morning to midday. Which was good because I started having a hard time waking on time.
During this time I learned how to drive. The first car or truck I drove was a blazer. Blaze-er. Blaze..r. Was it with two Zs? *thinks*...Anyways, I drove alot of different cars during the time I was in school. I have driven a mustang, a....a...God I am so awful remembering the cars I've driven. Current vehicle is a '84 beetle or, as we call it, el vocho :3
Lets see...what else can I remember. Well the graduation party of our generation never took place because of insecurity. Next thing was to go to university in Monterrey city but I failed the admission test. Leaving me like 4 months of nothing untill November to try again.
While I waited, I took some "cursos" of Java for 2 months...or was it one? *shrug* The day before cursos there was a party at the house that my brother rented while studying in Monterrey. It got wild and thats when I realized the true incense of parties with friends. It wasn't the first time I got drunk. That happened a cold January night at a aunt's house. First time I puked too. I never do now. No matter how wasted.
Wait...oh no, no, no. it was in another one. This one I slept it through because of cursos. Couldn't get any sleep with all the drunks awake. Morning came and the house was a mess. Had to go to the bathroom which stank like vomit.
Months past and finally I passed the admission test. YES!
Each semester meeting new friends. The campus filled with awesome individuals. Its awesome.
√-1 <3 FIME

Wait! Where's all the violence and scary moments??

There never was! The only thing this war has affected anyone of my age was no late night driving or rolear as we say it around here. Only on rare occasion somebody would witness a shootout. I know several people who lived through it but they were all ok. The only time I ever heard a shootout was from the corner of my grandma's house. I thought they were firecrackers.

The only thing scary was getting shot by stray bullet. That was the only thing to fear. If you worked for a narco then you can start worrying. For everyone else, it was a natural occurrence.
-"Wheres X?"
-"The guy went hiding because said group is looking for him"
-"Oh ok"

So I lived these years with all that but never was there a moment of fear. That was because no one cared. I didn't care. We just lived our lives. Even with all thats happened. Its not enough to scare us.
What if it did? If I am still alive then theres nothing to discuss. It's not the end of the world.