"The Divide"

Theres a difference between ethics and morals.

Morals are what is right and what is wrong. It is "wrong" to steal. It is "wrong" to lie.

Ethics are more what "should be done". What we "ought to do". If someone needs help, we "ought" to help them. If we find a million dollars on the ground we "ought" to report it.

But there are questions to these two phenomena. The difference can between the two can be very argumentative.

Is it wrong to lie to save someone's life? Is it wrong to kill someone who's about to kill you?

Yesterday I went to watch movies at Darryl's and eat some fried chicken. The movies showing were "Trading Places" (with Eddie Murphy and Dan Akyroyd), and "Coming to America" (with Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall). Both were chosen by Darryl, entertained by me, and curious by Nina (well hopefully she wanted to see them).

I picked up Nina and we'd decided on getting the chicken later. And I had to greet her parents since they came around the same time I picked her up. She was limping at first I thought, but it must've been my imagination since she cleared that up for me later.

At Darryl's house we all sat down and watched the movie. Little did I know! How little did I know! Darryl had a copy of "Trading Places" on dvd.. But! But! But! But! But, he had a taped copy of "Coming to America" on vhs care of "USA Networks". So I thought, "son.. of a bitch."

After "Trading Places", I recalled the movie being much funnier when I was, oh I don't know, five?

Darryl's father had gotten home and had decided to watch what was on the "tube". He's one of those dads that wants to "keep cool" is my impression. I told him while both Nina and Darryl were gone about our plans for the evening. He seemed to have not cared.. but maybe I was wrong. He was kind of "mean", but toned-down. (Come later, Darryl had to make arrangements for the television on our way back from buying the chicken.)

We arrive back from buying the chicken, complete with wedges, and macaroni and cheese. We set up. We eat. We chit chat, enjoy our meal. Me and Nina had the water, Darryl had some juice. When Darryl's father leaves he puts on "Coming to America". But it's dubbed and edited. Fucking-A. We turn that shit off and put on not "Independince Day" (As was written on the tape), but we fast forward to "High School High". Three movies on one tape.

The quality was magnificent! The sound had such clarity! It was honestly.. one of.. the worst taped movies I have ever seen. Me and Darryl made fun of it. The picture was cracky, scratchy, but it was tolerable. The sound was another story. Amidst the already bad tracking, and the low voices, you could hear the loudest "hissing" noise, due from "behind-static". You would think you were wathing this movie in a jungle full of snakes, was how ambiatic this noise was. But it was watchable.

Anyway, after the movie we just relaxed on the couches and watched some tv. Talked here and there. Laughed. I went to the bathroom, and some shit was said! Uggh.. But I guess it was worth it. Looks like I'm never washing my hands in his bathroom again, takes too much time when there's no towels.

Well, after we spent some time there, we left. With Darryl's "Get (pause) the fuck (pause) out!" I went to drop-off Nina.

I spoke with her about "college" and "careers" and "futures".

My plans are trying to do "perfect" in my time in college. And I'll most likely transfer, to a better college. Things are fine at St. Thomas, but the religious affiliation gets to me. It's such a waste. I mean here I am, an atheist, a heathen, and I'm taking a religion course. The only enrichment I get from it is learning why people are the way they are. I take a "psychological" and "social scientific" approach to it.

I want to go to UF. There is more for me there. I'm not leaving a better college for a shittier one, it's quite the opposite. I would have no problem leaving my family, this is not the first time I would be out on my own without them. And I would do everything I could, apply for every scholarship, study like crazy, work insanely. I don't mind a workload. I can handle it. And who knows what else I could do over there.

Most of all.. oh! Well I'm not going to get into that. I think it's pretty obvious if you know me.

But it hadn't occured to me until that moment that I would be breaking something. That I would be leaving something. Something sacred. Not my family. Not my house, with my room. Not Kuroneko-Sama (who I've been getting attached to a bit).

I would be leaving to people who's friendship I treasure the most. I would be leaving two people who I can call myself. Two people who I trust, who I can call on, who I've known for.. well not too long, but it sure feels that way.

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And my world turns upside down. Can a friendship be put to a big test of long distance? Will it be the same? Will we drift apart? Is that possible?

Well I don't want to be the only one who doubts it.

I realize that the only reason it's never crossed my mind is because I never believed it could happen. Drifiting away. Because we're not average friends. We're not the kind that rank on each other and disrespect, (well we don't mean it). We're more in touch and in sync with each other than any other mediocre said "friendship". We don't look to each other when we're "bored", like people we know. The "trio".

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I'm still going! Leave me alone! Ugggh.. Maaaaan! I love those two. They better know I won't ever forget them, or lose touch. And those two better watch over each other. Shit. I'll slap somebody, I'm fucking crazy. I'll do it. I'm fucking crazy.

Ay-yi-yi. Anda la porra.