Chapter 2
Dear this pretty nice world
The time goes on down here and here am I standing alone again and again writing this words which’s keep swimming in ma head
These words about my god, my old man, my family, and my friends .
I used to know that time is very important and every moment pass will never back, and I learn that from him. He is different then the rest, we used to share everything together since we where 12 years old, I miss those days when I used to run away with my bike and the air takes me where ever I don’t care , this golden city was different at that time people where different , I used to drive my bike with him all the way to the beach and hear the music from his junk tape player .
All the way we where together and until now we are together no matter what, I remember when we used to meet near our places there was a bakery place and behind it there was a chair for two or three persons we call it our location, in the winter we used to sit down and watch the rain even if it was few but still it was kind of new thing, different, that feeling when the sun become clear after the rain makes me feel it inside my soul. Its my childhood with this man …. Mahdi.
Time goes on and we become older and older he went to the college ,me I didn’t finish my school yet beside that I was lazy man not because I don’t wonna study , but moving from school to school change me a lot that made me do wrong steps in the future
He was cool kind man I don’t know if his kind is exist anymore
And I told him recently that god love you man no matter what because you are the best on in us but maybe in whole city
I remember when we stole some stuff from the bike store and the Iranian gay man caught us .i was young and I didn’t know what to do also there was an ass hole named zyad or something he thought him self a local guy so he is acting like one but what a poor man with a Palest