I hate being a nurse. I got pregnant when I was 17, and I didn't have much choice about what to do. I made it through nursing school and that has been a decent living. But I hate it. I hate working with sick people. Disgusting nastiness. I'm just so sad all the time after I get home.

One time we were burning this fire in a house and one of my buddies had brought this roman candle with him. He was gonna shoot it out the window from the couch we were sitting on. We had played with roman candles out on the islands a lot. They were weak fireworks, usually, but not this time. The first blast came out of that thing like a canon shot, and this ball of green-blue fire got caught up in the curtain, which pretty much right then just melted to the floor, catching the carpet on fire, then crawling up the walls.

The roman candle was still shooting. Five shots in total. It was a crazy situation. My buddy wanted to drop the candle, but he was afraid it would spin around and shoot him. We ran to the doorway and screamed for him to toss it in the fireplace. We all got out OK, but that house burnt down.

Kenmore's got better bowling alleys than schools. I heard we might have a decent hockey team at the Boys' Club this year. Everyone heads down to the rink in the winter time, but I'm not so much for it. All that rowdiness and drinking. I went once and saw this kid, musta been about 12, bite off his lower lip getting all smashed up against the glass. I could see his teeth just dig into the flesh, and then blood exploded like he just laughed Kool Aid out his nose.