ÚÄÄÂÄÄÂÄÂÄ¿ ÚÄ¿ÚÄ¿ :::::ÜßßßÜ:ÜÜÛÛÛßß:ܲÛÛÛÛÜ::: ³ Ú¿ ÃÄ´ ³ ³ ÀÙÚÙ :::ÜÛÝ:::ÞÝÛÛܲÛÝßÞÛÛÛÜÜÛ²Ý:: ³°³ ³°³°³°ÀÄ´°Ú¿À¿ and :Ü۲ܲÜ::ß:ß²Û²ÛÛÜÜþÛÛßÛÛÛÛ:: ÀÄÙ ÀÄÁÄÁÄÄÄÁÄÙÀÄÙ ß:Û±Û²ÛÛßßß:±ßßßÛßÜÜÛÝÞÛ²ÜÝ:: ::Û°ß::::ßßß°::ß:::ßÛ:ÛÛ²ß:gh ° ß± File #012: Stalkings (By James Hetfield) ° ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Although most people might not understand it, nor recognise it, but a walk down an old familiar path can really change the rest of your life as you know it. Now that my friend drives, I seldomly walk to his house in the middle of the night. This night, however, he wasn't really in the mood to get up and give me a ride there. I had to roam to his house, which was about fifteen minutes away. It was a cold and brisk night, but nothing like how cold it can get during the Chicago winters. There was no snow to be seen on the ground, but you could still see your breath. The streetlamps and oncoming cars lit up the night. As I walked down small streets and larger roads, I didn't feel too different. It wasn't until I got to my old junior high school that something strange happened. I was noticing a rustling behind me, and I looked back, but no one seemed to be there. At first, this didn't concern me much, but when I thought about how little this path is traveled at night, it began to bother me. I looked back again, yet still no one could be found. I looked forward and tried to convince myself that I wasn't worrying about someone perhaps following me. I kept walking down the small path that walks right down the center of the block into the fields behind the junior high school. Every day for four years straight, I took this same path to Golf Junior High School. Every day, it all felt the same, I'd go to school, get made fun of a lot, get yelled at by teachers saying I don't fulfill my 'potential', and go home an unhappy lot. But now I found myself walking towards this old school at night, in the cold, something I hadn't done for years. And I was being followed. I turned back again, and the sound seemed to be closer. I kept walking foward, a little faster than before. I saw the opening into the big soccer fields of Gold School, and the night was totally lit up by the lights of the factory adjacent to the school. Even in the middle of the night, the factory was as busy as little bees, trucks scooting around and making interesting noises, and smoke billowing out of the large chimneys. As I finally got to the mouth of the path, I saw the school with all its lights on, like it always is at night. As I turned and followed the path that led right to the school, I began to walk even faster, hoping when he came out of the path by the trees I'd be far enough away in a wide open area that I could see him clearly and safely. But I wasn't quick enough, for the sound was still gaining ground on me. It would be soon when he would catch up to me. I had to think fast. I'd feel really silly If I broke off running right now, because chances are this was just my imagination playing tricks on me, that this was just a deer taking a brisk stroll in peaceful Morton Grove. I decided once I got to the street in front of the school, I would either cross the street as fast as my legs could take me, or, if the traffic did not permit, I would stand my ground and confront the follower. My luck was not with me. When I got to the street light, it was a newly turned green. And the cars were rushing by. I had very little choice but wait and see what happens. I took a deep breath as I turned around to view the oncoming stranger. His running shoes made a slow and rather loud seeming shuffle on the sidewalk in front of me. His ruffled jeans and his small, black jacket made a light friction noise as he approached. His rather long, brown hair was covering most of his face, but of what I could see, his blue, no, green eyes were staring directly into mine. He had a rather large smirk on his face. The stranger in front of me... was me. I hardly had time to react before he pulled the blade from his pocket and ripped open a tear into my soul that still has not healed. As I laid there bleeding, all I thought about was sleeping, is that I wanted to go to sleep, but he wouldn't even let me to that. ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿ ³ MiLK & TeA Sights: ³ ³ ³ ³ The Obloid Sphere 41:708/1 [708]965-3098 [Illinoizze] ³ ³ The Land of Rape and Honey 41:609/1 [609]698-1358 [New Jarsee] ³ ³ ³ ³ Note: These are the only two MiLK & TeA sights to date. There are like ³ ³ 10,000 other boards supposedly ready to be milk and tea sights, but until ³ ³ I get the news that say they are ready to distribute, They'll remain ³ ³ unlisted. -Jamesy ³ ³ ³ ³ An udder note: The addresses listed above are for [LaMENeT], The offical ³ ³ net of M&T. You can reach the editors of M&T through the boards listed ³ ³ above with LaMENeT Addresses. Whoomp, there it is. ³ ³ ³ ³ .nfo: File: #012 Author: James Hetfield ³ ³ Size: 6585 Bytes Title: "Stalkings" ³ ³ ³ ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ