escape from the bikers

america > Canada

this is the point in the book we are introduced to Buster Brown. hes a freaking weirdo, but Chappies down to kick it with him for some reason. eventualy he steals a dub from him and runs away. later he gets caught stealing a nightgown from victorias secret. again chappie shows a lake of good judgement and takes a night gown and gets caught. his mom comes in and eventualy he gets sent home with them. however, he decides to steal dub from his mom. stupid kid.
underage drinking costs the US $53 billion annualy
alchohol kills 6.5 more teenagers then all other illicit drugs
kids who consume alchohol are 50% more likely to hit the yowder

Chalking it

the xmas scene shows that chappie really wants a home and wants to be loved for and cared for by his family. he doesnt really care for material things but he would really enjoy making amends.
as for three facts:
beans are not the most common hobo food, but chili is as for a little bit more they get meat and veggies.
dress in layers. sweat can cause death in cold weather.
1/3 of runaways will attempt suicide

Raisin in the Sun Money Talks

so, they should invest 5k into buying morphine. then invest 1k into buying some good cooking equipment. then, they should cook down the morphine into heroin and sell it and they’d have 34 thousand!.


no, but in all seriousness, I think they should invest 8k into the liquor store, as I think in a few years it would make the money back and more. the other 2k should go to Beneatha (couch) college fund, so she can b a docta gurl.

This way, if either investment fails, they’ll have a backup plan so they don’t lose everything.

STRANGER DANGER!!!!!!!!!!

As I walked down first street, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and saw a man in an overcoat and a khaki fedora I quickened my pace and turned right. I decided to get my dad some chips and salsa because he always likes that, and complains if I don’t get him some. As I turned out of Randy’s, I saw the same man behind me. I tried ignoring him and focused on the task at hand. The warmth from the chips, the smell of them… it was almost to much to bear. My feet slapped the ground as I walked a little faster. Then I smelt smoke as the overcoat clad man walked past me. I almost stopped in my tracks. I hurried home then and upon entering, I saw an overcoat and fedora hung on the coat hanger. Cautiously, I walked towards the kitchen. There I saw my uncle smoking a cigar with a huge smile on his face.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” he slowly said.
“No, not at all!” I replied and hurried away to my room, scared out of my willies.