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It odd the memories that a smell can bring back. I eat pizza hut about once a week now days, usually with people. Its on campus and its close. I don't focus on the food really, I just eat it as I am more interested in the conversation or the people than anything else. I walked by a pizza hut yesterday though, a real one, and I smelled the kitchen smell that only exist in a pizza hut. Its some strange combination of sauce and cheese. It reminded me of when I was a child. I was a notoriously grubby and dirty child. I was the kid with the dirt ring around his face and the cuts and scrapes form bushes and trees I had explored. The kid in the He-Man (I still have it) wifebeater and shorts. I lived out in the country and I was always playing in the dirt, climbing the trees, the rocks, etc. I would even take naps outside with the dogs. I loved them. They were the only ones that could keep up with me. Not many people to play with in the country as you can guess, which prolly explains why I'm so damned independent. As the sun went down and everyone came home, you would find me outside staring up at the sky laaying on the side if one of my dogs. You could say I was a nature kid, but I think we all are. I was also a very poor child. My family didn't have money. I didn't go hungry often, but we never had money. I used to drive by the pizza hut in town with mom and smell that smell as a child. I thought it was the food of kings. We were never able to afford it, but I could see how happy other people were when they ate it and came out smiling. I could see the jukebox from the road and the arcade games with thier neon lights. Eventually, when I was a tenager we could afford it once every few months and I started eating it. It was a fricking mazing. It bother's me thought that as I've gotten older, as i've goten used to it, as I've gotten more money, that I'm used to it and dont appreciate it like I should. I, and we as a species, tend to take for granted all of the things we have. Some us us, like myself seem to have forgotten where we came from at times. I still see reflections though of who I used to be and who to an extent I still am. Baton Rouge has a large homeless issue. It saddens me, let me be correct, it kills me, it breaks my heart to see someone have to beg for money. The thought of if the will eat or, where they will sleep and who will be waiting for them at nights really depresses the shit out of me. Anyways, this seems like a depressing article looking back, but its not. The whole thing serves as a reminder of the fact that I find enjoyment in people rather than things, always have. And I miss nature. I look forward to movng back to Georgia. It'll be me and the stars again. I think I'm getting another pup too. Besides its always good to reflect a little on your life, where it was and where its going. And now for something completely different. Any one have an saint patties day plans? I look forward to getting pinched all day becuase I was saddled with the name Patrick. I've got a few. There are some really good shows happening. Oh, and for those of you who never thought youd see the day, who have tried for years, I've been talked into trying sushi tommorrow. We'll see how that goes. I'f you never hear from me again, assume it was the blowfish. Take care and be good to one another.