SPD - Entries 344-348Entry 343:Featherweight is still unsure of his father being in a new relationship. I finally put him in a headlock and shook some sense into him when he said his dad should have never found him. I was so mad it's a wonder I didn't knock him out. The nerve. I think I really freaked him out, because he was quiet for quite a while. I didn't want him to think I didn't want him to talk about what was going on, so I eventually asked why he was being so ridiculous.He said more than anything right now he feels guilty. He said he feels like a real mule for being upset about his dad doing something for himself. He said Shutter Speed almost never does things for himself. He's always worried about Featherweight, and the fact that Featherweight acted so selfishly has him feeling rotten. I told Featherweight that what was happening right now was a life-changing event for everypony involved, and that he has a right to be worried, but he has to give his dad the room to live his life.Then I told him
TunnelvisionIn this crippled, cracked cityscape of concrete and glassI just watch from my window as the people walk byOblivious to the struggles of their fellow public,Such as Eric, frantically searching for cash to get back his pick upThat his friend left double parked and resulted in a towLosing his job may as well be deathrow for his sonAndy's leukemia treatment cost is astronomicalThe fear in Eric's mind digs a festering holeIn his heart as he goes for a payday loanKnowing the debt will do nothingBut throw more obstaclesIn the path of his escape from this fiscal hellEstablished by coats who can't even tell the kind ofDestruction they've left on this man and child,Their hearts are hardened and their wallets are padded,With green like the weeds breaking through the sidewalkAs Eric signs the four hundred percent interest agreement,No other choiceWhile businessmen in their highrises holdNo remorse for the rejected insurance claimNo sympathy to share for the man whose wife, the
Entries 337-42Entry 337:The new year is here! I spent the night with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom in the clubhouse. Several of our other friends were over until the new year began. Big Mac and Applejack walked everypony else home. Over the rest of the night we found out that we aren't drummers (although I still think I did a pretty good job. Sweetie Belle couldn't understand what I was saying afterwards, though. Maybe I was too loud?)It's been a pretty slow couple of weeks. Class starts again, soon. I'm kind of ready to go back, but I still wish I could spend more time with Featherweight, he's still having troubles dealing with his dad's relationship. He's handling it better, but he's still nervous about becoming second colt. I've told him so many times that he's ridiculous, but he's just, well, Featherweight.I sat next to Featherweight during class on the first day back. I didn't want him to think that things would be different just because class has started again. He seems a bit, I don't know,
Anything Will Do"Got any change?"She asks, as you pass, clenching wallet in a guarded stance--lest you have to give your poker night spares to a nearly starved woman."Got any change?"She pleads, groveling to the masses, staring desperately to her dog, sole companion of the scot-free foreclosure market that stole her, and her only friend's, home."Got any change?"She cries. "I'll work for whatever you can give."Nobody will hire the woman who can't pay her bills post-layoff in the scot-free we-don't-need-you-anymore factory, whose robots work harder and complain less than mere mortals."Got any change?" She pleads, not asking for cash--demanding action."Is your life any better?"She rises from her defeated pose--A vigor in her heart carrying her starved body to its frail feet."Change. Stand for good enough no more.Since when is good enough good enough?Since when is just fine fine at all?Since when is just getting by acceptable?I'm not the only one who needs change around here."