Daimond Dave

Enter Sandman, Chapter 3Eric was shouting, but that couldn’t bother him. Hs mother had never seen this side of him. Angry, angry that he didn’t think he was good enough. Frightened that he thought he’d be by himself forever. Sad that he couldn’t have something he wanted. Frankly, she’d never seen him so . . . so livid before. As foreign as it was to her, it was actually nice to see him with so much energy. “Too bad,’ she thought to herself, ‘that he couldn’t use some of that energy in a more positive way.”Enter Sandman, Chapter 3
“Well,” she said hesitantly, “you can take our car for the night. N


Enter Sandman, Chapter 2“Damnit! Burt gets all the breaks. Good grades, new car, colleges actually competing for him. What have I got? Jack shit. Now he’s got the girl I wanted. When do I win one? But, life’s gotta go on. Keep on soldiering through and you’ll make it to the other side eventually.” He’d said the words, but wasn’t sure he believed them. Maybe he couldn’t win. He finished dusting himself off and went home.Enter Sandman, Chapter 2
When Eric arrived home, his dog Bomber greeted him. Bomber was the stereotypical over-excitable large dog
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
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