Drug Story: Mindy
1) Her story
Mindy, her life and story of painfulness everyday all began with one party. Her parents were always out of town and Mindy always had the house to herself, she could do whatever she wanted and her parents wouldn't have been there to stop her. One day when she was 15, she went to a party and some people offered her some meth, she started to take it and get high at school but soon, she got kicked out because she was cutting class. She felt that school interfered with her drug life and she also became pregnant with her son, Isaiah. She lived with her boyfriend who was a meth cook so she could easily abuse the drug.
2) What does Meth do?
To find out what happened to Mindy, we need to look at what meth is and what meth does to you. Meth is a synthetic chemical that acts like a stimulant. Meth can be snorted, injected, smoked or swallowed. It increases your energy and gives you a feeling sort of like being the happiest person on earth (referred to as “high”). Other effects of meth can be: Euphoria (happy feeling, confident), increase in energy and attentiveness, insomnia (inability to get enough sleep), fidgeting, and anxiety or panic attacks. Long term effects are addiction, weight loss and damage to the brain due to lack of sleep and chemicals from the drug itself. However, Mindy made a miraculous recovery when she checked herself into a rehab center. It was hard for her but in the end, she did it.
Prostitution Story: Jessi
1) Her story:
Jessi was a girl that lives in the streets of Reno, Nevada. Her home life in California was unstable so she ran away joining the Navy. For a few years, she felt happy but soon she was discharged and she became homeless and started to take drugs. She started to sell herself after her drug dealer suggested her to do it since she needed the money. When she got tired of working on the street, she advertised herself on the internet. She used many aliases to do business and most of the time, they would be in plain sight but only the ones that looked for it found them.
2) Background information:
Most of the time, the women involved in street prostitution have a man behind it, one that's controlling her, and he is the pimp. The pimp is the man that makes the girls think they wont ever need to work again, they'll always have enough money, if they work for him, in prostitution and dealing drugs. In most cases, this would sound very appealing to women that just got bankrupted or is on the verge of bankruptcy and is homeless. The police are trying to arrest the pimps behind all of it but they would always need a witness to arrest them since there are no other evidence that can prove pimps force the women to do it but usually the abused women would be afraid to testify fearing their family and themselves would be in danger. Outside street prostitution, there are places where selling your body is legal. One such place is Moonlight Bunny Ranch in Carson City. When investigated, the women there are quite happy with their work, they make more in a day then most people do in a week.
Casino Story: John Soares
His Story:
John Soares was your average everyday working man. After getting married, he opened a shop selling donuts, however it ended up in failure and his wife left him due to debt and finance issues. John first started cheating in casinos when a friend of him asked him to help with a job, which he did not add, was illegal. John made an additional $100 every week which was quite a lot in the 1960’s. He got busted a few months later and was sentenced to five years in prison. In prison he met a man that would change his life forever, Ned Coleman. Ned was in prison for the murder of a gaming official and he taught John everything there was to cheating. John would practice everyday, two hours in the morning and two in the night. After being released, John traveled to Las Vegas to test his skills and that's when he was recruited by Glen Grayson, to a team that cheated casinos. Everything from 21 black jack, to slots, to craps they would cheat.
Background information:
Over the years, they made millions and none of them were ever arrested. All of this ended when Grayson was on his way to meet John to talk but his plane crashed and he was killed. The team dissembled and never got together again. How did they do it? For craps, they took a picture of the die, and they would make rigged dices and switch them. In black jack, they would learn tricks with their hands to hide cards and to distinguish them. For slots, they would rig the machine with small unnoticeable tools.
Conclusion:
In this world, there are all sorts of sins people do, most of the time they cant help it since they need the money, or they become addicted and can’t stop. There will continue to be sins in this world since their will always be the richest and the selfish ones that wouldn't help with homeless forcing them to do illegal things to survive. Until the day where everyone becomes equal, the rich and the poor, there will continually be sins in this world.
Bibliography:
http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=4495721&page=1
http://panachereport.com/channels/more%20short%20stories/CasinoCheats.htm
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I Believe Paper
I Believe this World is unfair…
Why are there drug dealers, and prostitutes evading the law? Is it because they enjoy doing what they do? Getting abused and always on the lookout for the cops? No, it is because they have no other choice to survive. This world is not a fair place, there is no happy ending for some of us, there are people starving in third world countries while we complain about how much homework we have. I have learned this through reading Sin City and interviewing many ex-prostitutes and drug dealers in jail and this is what I believe.
Of the prostitutes I interviewed, most of them began with their parents being divorced or separated or being alcoholics. This probably led to abuse, which would probably lead them to either foster parents or influencing them to become like their parents or in the case of separation, the parents would have less control over their kids. Without a loving family to care for them, they start down the path of darkness and without parents to guide them, they go in further and further. If their parents were drug dealers, they would’ve easily gotten a hold of the drug and may have started using at a very young age. Later, they would sell everything they had to get the drug because they were addicted, some would even steal things just to get money for drugs.
For them to survive, they needed money, that is when some of the to-be prostitutes become what they are, the drug dealers tells them that they could earn money by selling their bodies. They would sell their bodies working under the drug dealer and they would get some drugs and some money to buy food and other necessities. After they started this path, they cannot stop, it becomes steeper and steeper. Becoming a prostitute for some was forced upon them, the world was not very fair to them.
Casino cheaters and drug dealers, some became these by greed and they deserve the treatment they got but others, the ones that have been scammed out of their life savings, the ones that are threatened by “bad guys” to bring up money to pay for blackmail, or threatening to kill them. Is that fair for them? No. They might have been random picks off the street, innocent parents with kids and they just happened to leave their kid unattended for just a moment and that is when they made their move. Not all the people in the world has enough money to pay for a blackmail so they need to find alternatives to getting money.
However, it is also unfair to the people that casino players cheat off of. They are losing hundreds of thousands of dollars by just one person or one group of people planning it and I don't think it is quite fair for them either. The police that have to catch the drug dealers, they may get hurt or even killed sometimes, is it fair for them? What about their families? One day your son is fine and he goes to work, at 3 in the morning, you receive a call that you never want to get.
If you are born in a good standard family and you have a happy childhood, that's pretty much starting at the halfway point in the race. If you do something wrong or step off the race, you get disqualified already. You have to run more, you have to try harder, work harder and they will probably still win. Life isn’t without flaws and this is why I believed that this world is not fair to each and everyone of us.
Why are there drug dealers, and prostitutes evading the law? Is it because they enjoy doing what they do? Getting abused and always on the lookout for the cops? No, it is because they have no other choice to survive. This world is not a fair place, there is no happy ending for some of us, there are people starving in third world countries while we complain about how much homework we have. I have learned this through reading Sin City and interviewing many ex-prostitutes and drug dealers in jail and this is what I believe.
Of the prostitutes I interviewed, most of them began with their parents being divorced or separated or being alcoholics. This probably led to abuse, which would probably lead them to either foster parents or influencing them to become like their parents or in the case of separation, the parents would have less control over their kids. Without a loving family to care for them, they start down the path of darkness and without parents to guide them, they go in further and further. If their parents were drug dealers, they would’ve easily gotten a hold of the drug and may have started using at a very young age. Later, they would sell everything they had to get the drug because they were addicted, some would even steal things just to get money for drugs.
For them to survive, they needed money, that is when some of the to-be prostitutes become what they are, the drug dealers tells them that they could earn money by selling their bodies. They would sell their bodies working under the drug dealer and they would get some drugs and some money to buy food and other necessities. After they started this path, they cannot stop, it becomes steeper and steeper. Becoming a prostitute for some was forced upon them, the world was not very fair to them.
Casino cheaters and drug dealers, some became these by greed and they deserve the treatment they got but others, the ones that have been scammed out of their life savings, the ones that are threatened by “bad guys” to bring up money to pay for blackmail, or threatening to kill them. Is that fair for them? No. They might have been random picks off the street, innocent parents with kids and they just happened to leave their kid unattended for just a moment and that is when they made their move. Not all the people in the world has enough money to pay for a blackmail so they need to find alternatives to getting money.
However, it is also unfair to the people that casino players cheat off of. They are losing hundreds of thousands of dollars by just one person or one group of people planning it and I don't think it is quite fair for them either. The police that have to catch the drug dealers, they may get hurt or even killed sometimes, is it fair for them? What about their families? One day your son is fine and he goes to work, at 3 in the morning, you receive a call that you never want to get.
If you are born in a good standard family and you have a happy childhood, that's pretty much starting at the halfway point in the race. If you do something wrong or step off the race, you get disqualified already. You have to run more, you have to try harder, work harder and they will probably still win. Life isn’t without flaws and this is why I believed that this world is not fair to each and everyone of us.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sonnet
Food Sonnet
Nothings like the holiday of thanksgiving;
People sitting down, eating turkey and pie;
Forgetting the past, forgiving and caring;
Everything homemade, no artificial dye;
How did we end with up with such a fun dinner;
Thanks to the pilgrims, the Indians too;
Let us be thankful, for this great winner;
Families get together, that is so true;
Autumn follows poor summers death;
Harvesting the corn, churning the butter;
Great turkey parade, leaves you out of breath;
Get ready to sleep, closing the shutters;
An awesome one was this holiday;
Now we wait for the next thanksgiving day.
Nothings like the holiday of thanksgiving;
People sitting down, eating turkey and pie;
Forgetting the past, forgiving and caring;
Everything homemade, no artificial dye;
How did we end with up with such a fun dinner;
Thanks to the pilgrims, the Indians too;
Let us be thankful, for this great winner;
Families get together, that is so true;
Autumn follows poor summers death;
Harvesting the corn, churning the butter;
Great turkey parade, leaves you out of breath;
Get ready to sleep, closing the shutters;
An awesome one was this holiday;
Now we wait for the next thanksgiving day.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sonnet Paper
My sonnet is about the holiday of Thanksgiving, it is one of the few holidays that families can spend time together and eat a big fulfilling dinner. It is the holiday where you give thanks to everyone that has contributed to your living and life, those who made it possible, from someone you see everyday (such as your mother) to Christopher Columbus discovering America. Most people even overlook the simple things in life, such as a toothbrush (cavemen’s didn't have anything to clean their teeth with), or just TV.
In my first stanza, “Nothings like the holiday of thanksgiving; People sitting down, eating turkey and pie; Forgetting the past, forgiving and caring; Everything homemade, no artificial dye”, I am pretty much just telling you what I feel on thanksgiving and the typical thanksgiving dinner. There is definitely nothing like the feel of thanksgiving, no school, smell of turkey everywhere, excited that all you’re going to see your cousins and play around. Everyone gathers at one table, your father cuts the huge turkey that was in the oven for hours. My favorite part of every Thanksgiving dinner is definitely the pumpkin pie part. Nobody is worrying about anything, no business calls, no mortgage payments, no taxes and asking each other about what is going on in their life. Grandma or mom or aunty made all of the food, they didn't use any harmful substances you usually find in fast food, or food coloring (dye) to color their food.
In the second stanza, “How did we end with up with such a fun dinner; Thanks to the pilgrims, the Indians too; Let us be thankful, for this great winner; Families get together, that is so true;” I am questioning the holiday. How did Thanksgiving come to be? And we have to thank the pilgrims coming to America and celebrating the harvest with their Indian neighbors, the first great feast of thanksgiving. This holiday is definitely one in my book of winners since noone loses anything, families see each other again, happy conversations and a bellyful of turkey.
In the third stanza, “Autumn follows poor summers death; Harvesting the corn, churning the butter; Great turkey parade, leaves you out of breath; Get ready to sleep, closing the shutters;” I talk about before the thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving is in the Autumn and that is after summer. Death of summer is a metaphor for summer ending, time passing, since once time passes, you cant get it back, like it dies. Churning the butter is kind of like preparing for the dinner, back in the old days, pilgrims had to prepare their food, butter didn't just come in a silver block ready to eat, it took hours of hard work and labor to get the butter edible. This is the same with your dinner, hours of hard work has been put in just so the family could have a good dinner. The Thanksgiving Parade in New York City is always a surprise, there is something new every year and it will leave a mark in your memory saying “The turkey balloon crashed into a building!”.
Finally when the day ends you get ready to close the shutters and sleep away into the night. You think about all the things you did that day and then you think about what you can do better next year. Maybe you could get back at your uncle for the prank he did to you, you never know what will happen. You just go to sleep awaiting the next Thanksgiving.
In my first stanza, “Nothings like the holiday of thanksgiving; People sitting down, eating turkey and pie; Forgetting the past, forgiving and caring; Everything homemade, no artificial dye”, I am pretty much just telling you what I feel on thanksgiving and the typical thanksgiving dinner. There is definitely nothing like the feel of thanksgiving, no school, smell of turkey everywhere, excited that all you’re going to see your cousins and play around. Everyone gathers at one table, your father cuts the huge turkey that was in the oven for hours. My favorite part of every Thanksgiving dinner is definitely the pumpkin pie part. Nobody is worrying about anything, no business calls, no mortgage payments, no taxes and asking each other about what is going on in their life. Grandma or mom or aunty made all of the food, they didn't use any harmful substances you usually find in fast food, or food coloring (dye) to color their food.
In the second stanza, “How did we end with up with such a fun dinner; Thanks to the pilgrims, the Indians too; Let us be thankful, for this great winner; Families get together, that is so true;” I am questioning the holiday. How did Thanksgiving come to be? And we have to thank the pilgrims coming to America and celebrating the harvest with their Indian neighbors, the first great feast of thanksgiving. This holiday is definitely one in my book of winners since noone loses anything, families see each other again, happy conversations and a bellyful of turkey.
In the third stanza, “Autumn follows poor summers death; Harvesting the corn, churning the butter; Great turkey parade, leaves you out of breath; Get ready to sleep, closing the shutters;” I talk about before the thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving is in the Autumn and that is after summer. Death of summer is a metaphor for summer ending, time passing, since once time passes, you cant get it back, like it dies. Churning the butter is kind of like preparing for the dinner, back in the old days, pilgrims had to prepare their food, butter didn't just come in a silver block ready to eat, it took hours of hard work and labor to get the butter edible. This is the same with your dinner, hours of hard work has been put in just so the family could have a good dinner. The Thanksgiving Parade in New York City is always a surprise, there is something new every year and it will leave a mark in your memory saying “The turkey balloon crashed into a building!”.
Finally when the day ends you get ready to close the shutters and sleep away into the night. You think about all the things you did that day and then you think about what you can do better next year. Maybe you could get back at your uncle for the prank he did to you, you never know what will happen. You just go to sleep awaiting the next Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The revenge inside of Zack
He was looking through the security cameras working as security manager at the Halliday Casino. There he was, the man he thought he never would see again. Zack was furious inside every time he remembered the name, Matt Kupka. Everyday he thinks of ways to plot his revenge, driving himself crazy. Ever since that day, where his mother got murdered, he didn't just think about revenge, he symbolized revenge.
Seven years ago, Zack’s mother, Betty was working late one night at the club when she met this man. Matt Kuaka was his name, and he started to have a conversation with Betty. “The first time I saw you, I flipped, and that’s no bull. I have so much damn money I can’t spend it all and I’ve never found a woman to enjoy spending it on until I laid my eyes on you.” (70) Betty knew that it was a bunch of lies but deep in her she thought there might be a chance that he could be the one for her. He had money and he was lonely. So, he took Betty up to a room and ripped her blouse off. After they were done, she tried to take seventeen dollars, which was the cost of her blouse but Matt woke up and punched Betty yelling, “Thieving Bitch!” Betty was knocked off her feet and slammed into the wall, then Matt punched her again, in on the right side of her head, breaking her jaw. When Zack got to the hospital, Betty was already dead. In court, Matt was released with no charge because of insufficient evidence and he accused Betty of stealing from him. Exploding with anger and yet not being able to believe what happened, revenge built up in his body clouding up his mind.
It had been seven years since his mothers murder, Kupka walked away worry free and Zack getting put in juvie for badmouthing the judge after the case. Matt Kupka was right in Zack’s hands, he couldn't just let him walk away worry free again, now Zack has everything but a plan. As revenge started to take over Zack, he remembered a few things he confiscated from some people over the years working. A snub nosed .38 that belonged to the previous manager, and a bottle of knockout from a women who tried to scam men. When he got to the casino floor, he went near the bathroom to meet up with Sally, a prostitute that works at the Halliday Casino. He told her to get him into a limousine and to let him drink the whiskey but for her to not drink any. Zack dumped the entire bottle of knockout pills into the bottle of whiskey and put it in the limo and got behind the wheels.
Sally led the drunk Matt Kupka to the limo in the back of the casino and got him in. Zack drove them out into the desert next to a cliff and under it was a dam and dragged him out of the limo while he was asleep, knocked out from the whiskey, he could taste the sweet revenge of making him suffer. Matt Kupka couldn't be just killed, especially when he was asleep but make he needed to suffer like he never felt before. However, when he woke up, Zack’s punches didn't do much of anything to him, it just bounced off his face. Matt had his hands around Zack’s neck when someone hit him and the pressure around his neck was released. Zack and Matt struggled for the gun but it went off, hitting Sally, and knocking her off the cliff. Matt had his hands around Zack’s neck again screaming “I’m going to kill you like I did your mother, you stupid shit.” (156) until he felt something by his knee.
He picked it up and it was the gun, he shot Matt in his crotch and told him “That was for Betty. This is for Sally.” As Matt fell to his knees holding onto his bloody crotch. Zack shot him in the stomach and he screamed in pain. Zack killed him by putting a bullet in between his eyes. Matt’s body was dumped in the dam and Zack climbed back into the limo. He thought about what had happened and about Sally. Sally had saved his life and she got nothing from it. Most people would’ve ran away and fled when they saw someone like Matt. What had he gotten? He himself symbolized revenge all this time, but now he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. He wanted the revenge so badly and wanted to make him suffer that Sally got killed in the process. Sure the revenge inside of him was finally put to sleep, but at what cost? He was so blinded with revenge and anger from what Matt had done to his mother that he destroyed other people’s lives. Zack quietly drove back to the casino with tears running down his eyes.
Seven years ago, Zack’s mother, Betty was working late one night at the club when she met this man. Matt Kuaka was his name, and he started to have a conversation with Betty. “The first time I saw you, I flipped, and that’s no bull. I have so much damn money I can’t spend it all and I’ve never found a woman to enjoy spending it on until I laid my eyes on you.” (70) Betty knew that it was a bunch of lies but deep in her she thought there might be a chance that he could be the one for her. He had money and he was lonely. So, he took Betty up to a room and ripped her blouse off. After they were done, she tried to take seventeen dollars, which was the cost of her blouse but Matt woke up and punched Betty yelling, “Thieving Bitch!” Betty was knocked off her feet and slammed into the wall, then Matt punched her again, in on the right side of her head, breaking her jaw. When Zack got to the hospital, Betty was already dead. In court, Matt was released with no charge because of insufficient evidence and he accused Betty of stealing from him. Exploding with anger and yet not being able to believe what happened, revenge built up in his body clouding up his mind.
It had been seven years since his mothers murder, Kupka walked away worry free and Zack getting put in juvie for badmouthing the judge after the case. Matt Kupka was right in Zack’s hands, he couldn't just let him walk away worry free again, now Zack has everything but a plan. As revenge started to take over Zack, he remembered a few things he confiscated from some people over the years working. A snub nosed .38 that belonged to the previous manager, and a bottle of knockout from a women who tried to scam men. When he got to the casino floor, he went near the bathroom to meet up with Sally, a prostitute that works at the Halliday Casino. He told her to get him into a limousine and to let him drink the whiskey but for her to not drink any. Zack dumped the entire bottle of knockout pills into the bottle of whiskey and put it in the limo and got behind the wheels.
Sally led the drunk Matt Kupka to the limo in the back of the casino and got him in. Zack drove them out into the desert next to a cliff and under it was a dam and dragged him out of the limo while he was asleep, knocked out from the whiskey, he could taste the sweet revenge of making him suffer. Matt Kupka couldn't be just killed, especially when he was asleep but make he needed to suffer like he never felt before. However, when he woke up, Zack’s punches didn't do much of anything to him, it just bounced off his face. Matt had his hands around Zack’s neck when someone hit him and the pressure around his neck was released. Zack and Matt struggled for the gun but it went off, hitting Sally, and knocking her off the cliff. Matt had his hands around Zack’s neck again screaming “I’m going to kill you like I did your mother, you stupid shit.” (156) until he felt something by his knee.
He picked it up and it was the gun, he shot Matt in his crotch and told him “That was for Betty. This is for Sally.” As Matt fell to his knees holding onto his bloody crotch. Zack shot him in the stomach and he screamed in pain. Zack killed him by putting a bullet in between his eyes. Matt’s body was dumped in the dam and Zack climbed back into the limo. He thought about what had happened and about Sally. Sally had saved his life and she got nothing from it. Most people would’ve ran away and fled when they saw someone like Matt. What had he gotten? He himself symbolized revenge all this time, but now he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. He wanted the revenge so badly and wanted to make him suffer that Sally got killed in the process. Sure the revenge inside of him was finally put to sleep, but at what cost? He was so blinded with revenge and anger from what Matt had done to his mother that he destroyed other people’s lives. Zack quietly drove back to the casino with tears running down his eyes.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sins in the real world
Mindy, her life and story of painfulness everyday all began with one party. Her parents were always out of town and Mindy always had the house to herself, she could do whatever she wanted and her parents wouldn't have been there to stop her. One day when she was 15, she went to a party and some people offered her some meth, she started to take it and get high at school but soon, she got kicked out because she was cutting class. She felt that school interfered with her drug life and she also became pregnant with her son, Isaiah. She lived with her boyfriend who was a meth cook so she could easily abuse the drug.
To find out what happened to Mindy, we need to look at what meth is and what meth does to you. Meth is a synthetic chemical that acts like a stimulant. Meth can be snorted, injected, smoked or swallowed. It increases your energy and gives you a feeling sort of like being the happiest person on earth (referred to as “high”). Other effects of meth can be: Euphoria (happy feeling, confident), increase in energy and attentiveness, insomnia (inability to get enough sleep), fidgeting, and anxiety or panic attacks. Long term effects are addiction, weight loss and damage to the brain due to lack of sleep and chemicals from the drug itself. However, Mindy made a miraculous recovery when she checked herself into a rehab center. It was hard for her but in the end, she did it.
Jessi was a girl that lives in the streets of Reno, Nevada. Her home life in California was unstable so she ran away joining the Navy. For a few years, she felt happy but soon she was discharged and she became homeless and started to take drugs. She started to sell herself after her drug dealer suggested her to do it since she needed the money. When she got tired of working on the street, she advertised herself on the internet. She used many aliases to do business and most of the time, they would be in plain sight but only the ones that looked for it found them.
Most of the time, the women involved in street prostitution have a man behind it, one that's controlling her, and he is the pimp. The pimp is the man that makes the girls think they wont ever need to work again, they'll always have enough money, if they work for him, in prostitution and dealing drugs. In most cases, this would sound very appealing to women that just got bankrupted or is on the verge of bankruptcy and is homeless. The police are trying to arrest the pimps behind all of it but they would always need a witness to arrest them since there are no other evidence that can prove pimps force the women to do it but usually the abused women would be afraid to testify fearing their family and themselves would be in danger. Outside street prostitution, there are places where selling your body is legal. One such place is Moonlight Bunny Ranch in Carson City. When investigated, the women there are quite happy with their work, they make more in a day then most people do in a week.
John Soares was your average everyday working man. After getting married, he opened a shop selling donuts, however it ended up in failure and his wife left him due to debt and finance issues. John first started cheating in casinos when a friend of him asked him to help with a job, which he did not add, was illegal. John made an additional $100 every week which was quite a lot in the 1960’s. He got busted a few months later and was sentenced to five years in prison. In prison he met a man that would change his life forever, Ned Coleman. Ned was in prison for the murder of a gaming official and he taught John everything there was to cheating. John would practice everyday, two hours in the morning and two in the night. After being released, John traveled to Las Vegas to test his skills and that's when he was recruited by Glen Grayson, to a team that cheated casinos. Everything from 21 black jack, to slots, to craps they would cheat.
Over the years, they made millions and none of them were ever arrested. All of this ended when Grayson was on his way to meet John to talk but his plane crashed and he was killed. The team dissembled and never got together again. How did they do it? For craps, they took a picture of the die, and they would make rigged dices and switch them. In black jack, they would learn tricks with their hands to hide cards and to distinguish them. For slots, they would rig the machine with small unnoticeable tools.
In this world, there are all sorts of sins people do, most of the time they cant help it since they need the money, or they become addicted and can’t stop. There will continue to be sins in this world since their will always be the richest and the selfish ones that wouldn't help with homeless forcing them to do illegal things to survive. Until the day where everyone becomes equal, the rich and the poor, there will continually be sins in this world.
To find out what happened to Mindy, we need to look at what meth is and what meth does to you. Meth is a synthetic chemical that acts like a stimulant. Meth can be snorted, injected, smoked or swallowed. It increases your energy and gives you a feeling sort of like being the happiest person on earth (referred to as “high”). Other effects of meth can be: Euphoria (happy feeling, confident), increase in energy and attentiveness, insomnia (inability to get enough sleep), fidgeting, and anxiety or panic attacks. Long term effects are addiction, weight loss and damage to the brain due to lack of sleep and chemicals from the drug itself. However, Mindy made a miraculous recovery when she checked herself into a rehab center. It was hard for her but in the end, she did it.
Jessi was a girl that lives in the streets of Reno, Nevada. Her home life in California was unstable so she ran away joining the Navy. For a few years, she felt happy but soon she was discharged and she became homeless and started to take drugs. She started to sell herself after her drug dealer suggested her to do it since she needed the money. When she got tired of working on the street, she advertised herself on the internet. She used many aliases to do business and most of the time, they would be in plain sight but only the ones that looked for it found them.
Most of the time, the women involved in street prostitution have a man behind it, one that's controlling her, and he is the pimp. The pimp is the man that makes the girls think they wont ever need to work again, they'll always have enough money, if they work for him, in prostitution and dealing drugs. In most cases, this would sound very appealing to women that just got bankrupted or is on the verge of bankruptcy and is homeless. The police are trying to arrest the pimps behind all of it but they would always need a witness to arrest them since there are no other evidence that can prove pimps force the women to do it but usually the abused women would be afraid to testify fearing their family and themselves would be in danger. Outside street prostitution, there are places where selling your body is legal. One such place is Moonlight Bunny Ranch in Carson City. When investigated, the women there are quite happy with their work, they make more in a day then most people do in a week.
John Soares was your average everyday working man. After getting married, he opened a shop selling donuts, however it ended up in failure and his wife left him due to debt and finance issues. John first started cheating in casinos when a friend of him asked him to help with a job, which he did not add, was illegal. John made an additional $100 every week which was quite a lot in the 1960’s. He got busted a few months later and was sentenced to five years in prison. In prison he met a man that would change his life forever, Ned Coleman. Ned was in prison for the murder of a gaming official and he taught John everything there was to cheating. John would practice everyday, two hours in the morning and two in the night. After being released, John traveled to Las Vegas to test his skills and that's when he was recruited by Glen Grayson, to a team that cheated casinos. Everything from 21 black jack, to slots, to craps they would cheat.
Over the years, they made millions and none of them were ever arrested. All of this ended when Grayson was on his way to meet John to talk but his plane crashed and he was killed. The team dissembled and never got together again. How did they do it? For craps, they took a picture of the die, and they would make rigged dices and switch them. In black jack, they would learn tricks with their hands to hide cards and to distinguish them. For slots, they would rig the machine with small unnoticeable tools.
In this world, there are all sorts of sins people do, most of the time they cant help it since they need the money, or they become addicted and can’t stop. There will continue to be sins in this world since their will always be the richest and the selfish ones that wouldn't help with homeless forcing them to do illegal things to survive. Until the day where everyone becomes equal, the rich and the poor, there will continually be sins in this world.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Kayaking Inspirational
Inspiration on the Kayak
I have never kayaked before, it was my first year in high school and I barely knew anyone. I had wanted to join some kind of sport for this first year in high school and Football tryouts were already over when school started so my friend and I looked through the list of sports and decided to go out for kayaking. Over the season, I had been inspired, made new friends, and improved in kayaking.
Neither my friend, nor I kayaked before, so when we first got on a boat, we couldn't even balance. Every time I got on the boat, I would flip and fall and I was not able to balance on the boat. I started to lose motivation and after a while, I started to prefer running rather then kayak during practice. As the season went on, the people that kayaked during practice got better and better while the people that ran didn't get much practice.
It was a chilly Saturday morning and it was the first race of the season, I got up that morning and my mom dropped me off at the Ala’ Wai Canal. I then helped unload all the racing kayaks. As everyone started to arrive, the coaches announced the people that were racing and they got ready. The season just began, and I didn't know most of the people on the team but there was this one person in particular that I noticed. He was always happy and energetic; he always worked very hard and tried his best during the races, and he always supported his teammates. On that day, his arm was slightly injured, he had an ice pack on his shoulder before climbing into the kayak.
All the racers lined up to two orange buoys and the announcer called “Racers, Paddle up…” There wasn't a sound, everybody was watching the racers, then the sound of the bell shattered the silence and people everywhere were cheering, “Go! Go! Go!” The Punahou kayaker got cut off in the beginning and he flipped, but he got up right away. All the kayakers passed him when he was back in the boat but from that moment, he exploded with energy, and with a few powerful strokes he zoomed back into the race. Going as fast as he could, he caught up to the kayakers one by one until he was in the front of the pack. Everybody cheered for him amazed by his miraculous comeback. As time passed, he inched up to third place but was not able to get second. When he got out of the boat, all of his teammates gathered around him and pulled him up.
When a racer wasn't there on the third race, the coaches had to replace him with someone and they asked me. “It is okay if you don’t want to race, I will just pick someone else.” My head coach said. I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to because I still had a few problems balancing, however thinking back to the first race, if I do flip, I will just get back on and try my hardest. I did race that one, I flipped once but I felt happy after. I had accomplished something that I never thought I would’ve done. After that race, I was convinced that I could become a great kayaker like him. I enjoyed kayaking more and more, tried harder during the practices, and was even more friendly to other teammates, even the ones I didn't know. One time I even asked the coach to put me in the spare kayak after I ran whereas everyone else would just rest and relax.
My inspiration however wasn't just that one person, the entire team was my inspiration. That one person did make a difference in me, but it was the team that supported me after I raced, they took my kayak out of the water while I was fatigued from racing, cheered and rooted for me when I flipped. They were what allowed me to be what I am today, I have improved in kayaking greatly since the beginning of the season, since that day, and that is what I am going to do next season, when the new kayakers joi
I have never kayaked before, it was my first year in high school and I barely knew anyone. I had wanted to join some kind of sport for this first year in high school and Football tryouts were already over when school started so my friend and I looked through the list of sports and decided to go out for kayaking. Over the season, I had been inspired, made new friends, and improved in kayaking.
Neither my friend, nor I kayaked before, so when we first got on a boat, we couldn't even balance. Every time I got on the boat, I would flip and fall and I was not able to balance on the boat. I started to lose motivation and after a while, I started to prefer running rather then kayak during practice. As the season went on, the people that kayaked during practice got better and better while the people that ran didn't get much practice.
It was a chilly Saturday morning and it was the first race of the season, I got up that morning and my mom dropped me off at the Ala’ Wai Canal. I then helped unload all the racing kayaks. As everyone started to arrive, the coaches announced the people that were racing and they got ready. The season just began, and I didn't know most of the people on the team but there was this one person in particular that I noticed. He was always happy and energetic; he always worked very hard and tried his best during the races, and he always supported his teammates. On that day, his arm was slightly injured, he had an ice pack on his shoulder before climbing into the kayak.
All the racers lined up to two orange buoys and the announcer called “Racers, Paddle up…” There wasn't a sound, everybody was watching the racers, then the sound of the bell shattered the silence and people everywhere were cheering, “Go! Go! Go!” The Punahou kayaker got cut off in the beginning and he flipped, but he got up right away. All the kayakers passed him when he was back in the boat but from that moment, he exploded with energy, and with a few powerful strokes he zoomed back into the race. Going as fast as he could, he caught up to the kayakers one by one until he was in the front of the pack. Everybody cheered for him amazed by his miraculous comeback. As time passed, he inched up to third place but was not able to get second. When he got out of the boat, all of his teammates gathered around him and pulled him up.
When a racer wasn't there on the third race, the coaches had to replace him with someone and they asked me. “It is okay if you don’t want to race, I will just pick someone else.” My head coach said. I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to because I still had a few problems balancing, however thinking back to the first race, if I do flip, I will just get back on and try my hardest. I did race that one, I flipped once but I felt happy after. I had accomplished something that I never thought I would’ve done. After that race, I was convinced that I could become a great kayaker like him. I enjoyed kayaking more and more, tried harder during the practices, and was even more friendly to other teammates, even the ones I didn't know. One time I even asked the coach to put me in the spare kayak after I ran whereas everyone else would just rest and relax.
My inspiration however wasn't just that one person, the entire team was my inspiration. That one person did make a difference in me, but it was the team that supported me after I raced, they took my kayak out of the water while I was fatigued from racing, cheered and rooted for me when I flipped. They were what allowed me to be what I am today, I have improved in kayaking greatly since the beginning of the season, since that day, and that is what I am going to do next season, when the new kayakers joi
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