House On Mango Street Monologue

Running out the door he hears Mengele screaming,” This is what you get for stealing food off the dinner table!You worthless-”

When I was about 5 years younger, I was fascinated with survivalism. Me and a group of goddamn hippies and EDM dipshits went out to the desertous gorgeous hell known as Anza Borrego. I intended on surviving at least one day by using only the deserts resources to survive. So I only ate insects, aloe, and mushrooms... eh, psychedelics to specify. More like food poison induced disassociation to be partially medically accurate.

“You son of a bitch. Do you have any idea we are? When Mayor Komodo finds out about this —”

“I understand. Your loved ones are being threatened. As is this city. Especially, now. I believe we’re going to see more drug wars just like the robbery from earlier which will lead to much more brutal violence. A deadly storm is rising.”

“Drop it boy.” They demand, but instead of dropping the weapon, he gestures for the cops to try and take

“You told him you had some information to share. You wouldn’t give it to him, so I’m here.”

“I would to. Anyway, Then about twenty minutes after a guy posing as Jimmy came over to me and we walk for a while. Then I realized that he was not Jimmy. I confronted him and he said I was under arrest the hole time. That guy handed me a noted saying that the patrolman was jimmy. Also he said that jimmy didn’t want to do it so he sent an imposter.”

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

“Oh yeah about that, thanks for helping me and everything but I thought about it and I think I want all of this to be mine and only mine, and I would keep you alive but I don’t want any suspects!” Juan said laughing.

“Listen here boy.” The two men pulled out guns from behind their coats. “We need you to throw the game or else.”

“No, I was just brought here from my house by a pair of police officers. Why am I here?”

The documentary Inside Russia’s Toughest Prisons directed by Anna Rodzinski gives Americans and other nations an inside view of how The Soviet Union treats prisoners more severely and unusually compared to the prisons in America and how this treatment affects the prisoners mental and physical state; in order to do this Rodzinski shows the audience gruesome videos of prisoners being held down, suspenseful music and terrifying images of towering prison buildings surrounded with barbed wires and guard dogs; some of the most dangerous inmates are even interviewed.

“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.

He screams, “Why are you scaring him? I lost my family! I lost everything! I surrender! What more do you want?”

After Dmitri, brought me home we decided to watch a movie I left him to surf Netflix while I grabbed us some snacks. I've been getting calls from a private number for a few days now, but I don't answer private calls. After I popped popcorn and grabbed some drinks I headed back to Dmitri and he had chosen the tv series Criminal Minds, I loved that show Shamar Moore’s so dam fine I'd watch the show if it wasn't good. My phone rung so many times while we were watching the show that I finally answered, “Please don't hang up, just listen, I can explain,” as soon as I heard his voice I went off, “get the fuck off of my phone stop calling me, I blocked your number because I don't want to talk to you. You keep calling me private like a bitch. You