Back...but like always the problems are still here. And they continue to grow. Friday as we were heading out. My mom tells me to get my camera. So I search for it. I remember that I put it in my top dresser. The other night I took it to school to print out the pictures I had taken of my cousin. He and his step-father got in to an argument and he choked him out. (This is the reason why I might be leaving) I printed them out so he can take them to court on Friday. I open the top dresser and I parted my sea of boxer-briefs and no camera...I looked in my back pack, my closet, other dresser shelves, under my bed....nothing. It was gone. I was soooo pissed. It was my brothers birthday and I didn't want to make a scene. So I told my grandma...Sunday. Who ever took my camera, they've got till Sunday...or hell will be brought. (Still no camera). Once I found out that they serve free alcoholic beverages at the casino, I supressed my anger with a few Long Island. Spent the night and I was fine. On the way home my Aunt called me. She told my that my cousin has a brand new tattoo. The skyline of downtown Houston has been engraved on his entire stomach....so can you put two and two together? My digital camera is missing, some one gets a new $100 tattoo. Where did he get the money? He droppedout of school at 17 and has not even had a job in his life. My aunt did ask him how or where did he get to money to do that. His response was "My friend did it for free."
Fuck that...no one is gonna waste their supply and matierals on an tattoo that big.
But my uncle's girlfriend that came with us did bring her camera, so pictures later.
Tomorrow I'm gonna drive in the Hights and look around.
Good night.
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