Part I – Energy – Written 2002

Spirituality is a topic I’ve dealt with my entire life. I was brought up Methodist and confirmed Episcopalian, but I never really believed any of it; it all seemed too simple. From the time I could have independent perceptions about the world I questioned what was taught in every philosophy or theology I encountered. There […]

Part II – Consciousness – Written 2003

I begin this section almost a year after I wrote PART I. Upon the conclusion of PART I, I hastily wrote both a PART II and a PART III, which were as follows: PART II This will be rather hard to describe… I have discovered that, by writing my system of ideas down as I […]

Part III – Choice – Written 2004

Because my story is so strange and twisted, with both emotion and substance, there is really no way to begin it. There is no possible way to describe to you the awesome events that have surrounded the last week of my life. Depending on perspective, this has been the most incredible moment of my life. […]

The Reality of The Partnership for a Drug Free America – Written in 2003

I have never claimed myself a journalist – I write what I write to entertain, not inform – the fact that my material has educational value is insignificant to my desire to simply write what I think and feel. Recently, however, I was watching Bill Maher on CNN, who mentioned something about how the leading […]

Where Text Is – Written May 1, 2003

Text theory, to an individual, is the ability to think about text. I understand text, in it plainest form, to be anything physical that is interpreted by an individual as having significance. In other words, anything that is intercepted and interpreted through acoustics, sight, touch, taste, or smell is potential text. The real dependent factor […]

Dominance and Submission – Written May 26, 2003

I am, for lack of any better definition, a destructive person. One could say I have an appetite for it, but I just say that I rather enjoy damage. Destruction is effective; decimation works; obliteration is fantastic. Now, I would not say I destroy everything or even many things, I simply destroy what I must […]

Who I Am – Written September 20, 2003

For the last couple of decades, I have spent my life alone. While I’ve had people with me, I would not say that I have been with people. There have been various instances in my life where I have not felt alone, just as there have been times when I am happy, but none of […]

My Generation – Written In 2003 or 2004

This may not be for you. For all I know, you’re going to loathe this document just as much as I love it. It doesn’t matter as long as you absorb it. I’m here to talk about my fellow man. My fellows are not the “adult generation;” not “Baby Boomers;” not “Generation X;” my generation. […]

Endings and Beginnings – Written April 8, 2003

How will it end? Nonsense. When will it really begin? We love and we loathe our aspirations, our expectations, and our anticipations. They keep us all living without actually allowing us to live; we are constantly waiting for a conclusion so we can begin another story. We learn in high school to get into college […]

The Arrogance of a Young Writer – Written March 25, 2003

First they point, then they laugh, then they fight you, then you win. – Gandhi First, I want to make it very clear that I am above you. So far above you, in fact, that you can barely see me; when you do you jeer at me because you’re scared of what I can do […]

The Death of a Deer – Written March 11, 2003

I seek happiness. For a long time, I have thought that the “ultimate” happiness was the nature of pure love. I figured if I could look at everything with some love, I would be happier. When asked, “What makes you happy?” a friend of mine said, “What doesn’t make you happy?” I think that is […]

Why I Hate Cops – Written February 27, 2003

Last night, I found myself in a very stressful situation regarding a group of Oxen and my roommate, who I will refer to as S.D. The whole night we had been dealing with Oxen disrespecting our apartment and disrespecting us, both verbally and physically. Once they showed up at our front door to drag S.D. […]

Sweet Dreams – Written February 4, 2003

When I sleep, when I walk, when I sit, when I drive: I dream all the time. There are occurrences in my everyday life that could suggest that I am delusional on some level simply because I will live so much of my existence not paying attention to reality. The question most important to me […]

Why I Hate My Audience – Written February 3, 2003

Almost two months ago, I found myself writing a piece very similar to this one. At the time, I was frustrated with the mixed vibes that I was receiving about my writings, and decided to write about how I just wanted to get my ideas out and “enlighten” people. Recently, a work of mine made […]

Why I Write – Written November 11, 2002

I was once assigned a paper by a professor of mine, Mr. Gaspeny. This would have been no problem except that he said the paper required a title. I loathe titles – nothing that I write ever initially has a title. When I told Mr. Gaspeny said I don’t “do titles,” he said, “Well…the High […]

My Opinion on the War in Iraq – Written November 7, 2002

07 November 2002 Many opinions have been stated about the current situation that the United States of America has placed itself in regarding Iraq. Before I get into my opinions, let me first say I am an avid supporter of war. Though I find war itself a brutal and barbaric act of lunacy, I also […]

My Relationship With My Father – Written November 4, 2002

Almost a year ago, my father gave me some advice about women. Before this, the only advise I can remember hearing was from my mother, claiming to be quoting him, saying, “Keep away from the skirts.” Though it was sound guidance, this simple philosophy leaves a lot to be desired. In the midst of my […]

We All Wear Masks – Written November 4, 2002

Ever since I was a young child, I have interacted with people. Before I knew what a case study was, I was performing them on everyone I met. Each person I meet I follow the same procedure. First, I get to know the person and see who I think they are. Then, I watch them […]

Ode to Someone – Written October 9, 2002

2015 Edit: As we are now adults, Someone’s name has been changed to “her” and “she” The first time I met her was an auspicious autumn evening in my first semester at High Point University. A friend of mine who dealt drugs rolled a colossal blunt and showed up at my dorm room where my girlfriend of […]

Love and Hate – Written October 7, 2002

One morning as I was walking back from a friend’s apartment to my bed I began to think. The night had been wild and yet uneventful, and it was now six in the morning and I was all alone on my campus – just walking through the North Carolina fog that hazed the air just […]

Video Game Sociological Study – Written October 7, 2002

I live in an apartment. My two mates and I have a few pastimes, one of which is substance abuse, as we are in a college apartment complex. The true tradition of our house, however, is the video game. Throughout the last month that we have lived here, furniture has been moved around numerous times […]

Typical Day in the Life of a Sophomore – Written October 6, 2002

Some days, I wake up feeling very refreshed. Though, on most days, I feel quite the opposite. Today I had “a bad wake-up,” as I like to call it. Imagine awakening to 1980s “cock rock” on the radio followed by the realization that not only are you not intoxicated anymore, but you’re remising. It’s during […]

Valhalla – Written October 5, 2002

When I was in the seventh grade, I learned about Valhalla. For those that don’t know, Valhalla is a place in Norse mythology that warriors would go when they died. A place to wage war during the day and enjoy blissful evenings. For a long time, I imagined how cool it would be to go […]

Why I Have Hated Cops Since College – Written February 27, 2003

On the evening of February 26, 2003, a situation occurred between members of the Theta Chi fraternity and my apartment, 1F. At approximately 9:30 pm my roommate Ben Moats and I were on the exterior of our apartment smoking cigarettes and we saw that people standing outside 3B were spitting over the balcony onto the […]