It was after the sixth ring, Lucas was slowly eating, watching the phone, Kevin was looking at the other guys, and Jake stood staring at the phone glancing at Kevin. "Um, that's six times now. Unavailable. No message," Jake itched his groin then looked at Kevin. "This is kinda freaking me out." "Ha, well smoking pot is off the table," Lucas slurped the milk from the bowl. "It's a wrong number. I'm sure." "Why would someone dial a number six times in a row, no message," Jake came and sat at the table with the other two. Kevin was sitting quietly. The phone rang again.  "Seven times," Lucas added. "Why would they call seven times?" "How about we just answer the phone?" Kevin leaped up and snatched the cordless phone. "Who is this?" There was just silence. "Hello? Hello?" The phone hung up. Kevin hung up the phone.  "Who was it?" Jake asked.  "I don't know. Th...

It's was a boys' sleepover. Their boys' sleepover. Jake, Kevin, and Lucas. Three very close high school friends at Kevin's house.  "Who wants to say "Candyman" in the mirror?" Lucas laughed.  "Please. Save the games for kiddies," Kevin began changing. He took of his shirt and jeans, leaving just his plaid boxers on.  "Ugh, boxers are so gross," Jake took off his clothes revealing his black briefs.  Lucas remained in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, "How about no underwear?"  They left Kevin's bedroom and headed to the kitchen of the one story house. Kevin's parents were out of town so the boys walked around freely bantering with each other.  "I don't want to play in that basketball game tomorrow. Coach is such a dick," Lucas poured a bowl of cereal. "I'm probably going to be on the bench cause of.....you know." "Um, cause you got drunk before the last game and passed out in the sh...

You ever felt like no one was listening to you. Just a puppet dancing. Held by a string, you keep performing. Just another product of circumstances.  My circumstances are that  I'm pregnant and white. Not really just white, but in Louisiana, black and white is all you hear. My baby's father is black, and so my family is ashamed. They want me to have an abortion or go away, have the baby and give it up for adoption. I want my baby. I love my boyfriend. It will crush him if my parents take our child. It will crush me. I hate these circumstances.

Eagle fly You don't have to die  In life, never ask why  Just try  No need to lie  I'm not here to spy Look me in the eye Keep those tears dry  Let your heart sigh  And fly 

We came to  Boat broken  Life vests  Not all us there We were once seven Three were missing  Four floating in the sea Sharks surrounded us Waiting to smell death We were full of life Legs kicking home  Grabbing hold of each other Lost at sea Determined to find a way  Exhaustion hit  We fought through the waves But death came in the night  We held onto our strength Used it to propel us  Swimming, almost drowning  Hunger, thirst, fighting Sharks, sharks, sharks, waiting But we were smarter, faster Instead of looking down  We looked up  The sun led us to land We beat death  And we lived 

Stir the pot Brown the rice  Pick your spot  Add some spice  Feeding the Louisiana soul  Sausage, chicken, shrimp This dish makes us whole  My stomach is my pimp  Good times spent  With a creation so easy  Even during Lent Life is so breezy 

Come sit by me I don't care who you are Where you come from Let me Wrap you in my arms Looking out into the gulf Dreaming better Loving reality You've been low So have I Lay your head on my chest My heart'll take you high Where we belong

Country boys do What country boys do I be me You be you Mud Hunt Ride I'll never hide My Confederate heritage Can't help the rebel in me Ain't no racism Ain't got no hate I'm just trying to relate

Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone's at the door Waiting for a war Knocking's getting louder Maybe I should open it Nah, not today I've got to be sure Who's side he's on Knock. Knock. Knock. I really have to know Am I gonna get hurt? I don't need anymore dirt Knocking's getting softer Maybe I should open it His voice is calling for me It sounds alot like me I'm calling for me I have to open the door