Travis A Yanes
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Hello, name's Travis, and I want to share myself through my writing. Currently, I am working on finishing my BLA in History. My academic writing is sub-par, but from the creative writing I have done received praise and admiration.
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86'd
86’d Working in the restaurant industry, it is not like any other career or like any other customer service gig, because it is the closest a person can get to having pure freedom when they work. This a place where no matter what you did in your past if you leave your problems, relationships, and weekends off, firmly on the outside of the door before you clocked in, and worked your ass off they were a chance you could survive another day.
By Travis A Yanes5 years ago in Journal
Johnny Scurlock
I violently beat the longest stick in my yard against a piece of timber. This pole had been the marker of property lines between the two plots of land my mom owned. That day was first time I realized that Groveton sucked, I hated this town. This place had been for the longest time, some place I wish I had to only visits like my relatives did during the holidays. This town of fewer than a thousand people made me ashamed to be there because no one truly escaped from there. The only escape for any sort of time was to have a have truck, unless you move to one of the other small towns in the span of a thirty-minute drive. Everyone knows everybody and any other dull cliches people assume about small towns. I was angry because less than twelve hours ago my mom's boyfriend, a man who been a male role model to my brother and me; collapsed on the side of cars with two small caliber rounds in the chest, his last words “You got me good me Beez.”
By Travis A Yanes5 years ago in Humans
