"And I was born!". This time I was looking forward to a much more exciting life, unlike last time, when I was living in a deserted place, had barely any friends.
But, this time it looked like I got everyting that I had ever dreamt about. Call it racial, but I was proud to be black, and always moved around in the company of people of my race. Life was great and I was completely enjoying my routine life. I really enjoyed the refreshing shower early in the morning and standing in queues with my friends. I had friends in all age groups, some young some really old, some on the verge of leaving us real soon. I hated to be out in the sun, but felt claustrophpobic under a cap. Wish I always lived in an air-conditioned room, but then talking of air, I hated storms. The place we lived was quite often hit by storms, and those used bring nothing else but extremely agonizing misery, and infact were fatal on numerous occasions. Most of my friends were close neighbors of mine. All my friends were really cool and we used to have an amazing time. We used to be glued together in parties, there was always some kind of bond between all of us. Some of my friends used to get their faces painted to look cooler in parties and I used to enjoy it a real lot. Occasional orgees used to become quite wild and infact I remember being seperated from my friends forcefully on many such occasions. But, no regrets, life could never have been better, untill that day, when, early in the morning I woke up to see a white guy moving into my neighborhood. I thought we were getting along well but then, probably not. As the days passed bye I saw more and more white people encroaching our neighborhood and all my black frineds were slowly fading away. I was feeling quite isolated and at this point awkwad to be one amongst the last blacks to be in town. I was not really taking this change well and was getting paler as days went bye. And then I just made up my mind to commit the biggest sin, SUICIDE. I jumped off from the height, but unfortunately got stuck in some weird place. Someone picked me up and shouted, "Votta Myier", and people around him started laughing, thinking that it was a PJ. But, no one really realized how true that guy was.

A tribute to the locks :) --- A Hairy tale