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I've been tagged by JGo9

I’ll throw you out and bring you back later
Everything I see’s a complication
Everyone I known has come and go
I’ve fallen in the reason for the passion
Everyone needs something for their hands when
When they know they’re gonna be alone

I’m looking for something to shout
Something I know I cannot doubt
Come on won’t help me out

We’re all in love with something that we can’t see
I’m in love with something that we can’t see
I’m in love with someone that we can’t see

I’m in love without you

-We're All In Love, Black Rebel Motorcycle club

I've been tagged like i mention so this are my 16 things you must know about the photojunky:

1. I am a very happy person
2. I love black cause its the only color where you can be mysterious and yet have class depending on the design of the coat you wear.
3. I belong to a 4 man band called NARC
4. My first crush was when i was 3 when i fell in love with wonder woman aka linda carter. lol.
5. I am a helpless romantic
6. My boots are worn out and i dont buy new ones not cause i cant afford them i just love my boots the way they are
7. Clint eastwood & george clooney are my role models
8. I hate shopping with women no matter how much i love the person or who it is. It bores me seeing them go around the same rack over and over and over again.
9. I once told a girl that i knew she was a lead singer of her band cause of the shape of her nose ( not real smooth)
10. I love road trips
11. I dont due any sort of blading.
12. One time i was dancing with the sister of a girl i loved and as i was talking to her a piece of a tortilla chip flew off my mouth in hit her right in cheek (once again not very smooth)
13. I fell in love at the age of 12 and waited til we were 18 so i can tell her how i felt. (im still single. lol.)
14. Some people dont get along with me cause i speak my mind without beating around the bush. I hate those type of conversation just go on say it already!!!
15. When i was a kid i tried to revive my cousin's mouse that froze to death by putting him next to the stove. He also died of burn injuries.
16. When i was a child i cried when my mom gave a way a table that was with the family for along time. I thought all furniture had feelings and separating them from the rest of the furniture would bring them nothing but sorrow.

My brother (left) and I.

Taken in 1984 (or was it 86...? -- I'll figure it out later) as we're about to partake in a special parade where the entire school and every club walked thru half the village, wheeling 3 bells in little wooden carts up to the new church.

I remember the parade was well-attended by other village members and tourists alike, and I was nervous as I had to carry a little crate with flowers together with a girl from class. But since our hands didn't have to touch I was fine. And while we were keeping up with the pace of the parade a little tourist boy was chasing us, shouting "Eine Blume! Eine Blume!" ("A flower! A flower!"). My gal pal and I were worried he wanted to steal a flower from us, which wouldn't be cool, since our task was to carry the bouquet up to the church. But as the little boy caught up to us, we realized he just wanted to put a flower that we've lost back into the crate.

Once everyone was gathered at the church, the entire village helped heave those bells into the church tower, all tugging on long ropes like it was the Olympic qualification for tug of war. Of course, the little kids like me were allowed to heave up the small bell, while my brother could help pull on the medium sized bell. And the big bell was reserved for the strong men of the village (I don't remember if it was the fire brigade of the ski club -- then again, back then the participants were all the same anyway. Tho, I'm pretty sure it wasn't the marksmen club as they were probably witnessing the whole thing from out of the bar.)

Yeah, needless to say: it was an event.

Ironically, our house is just underneath the church, and I can't count the times I wished to tear them bells down again when they start ringing with full force at 8:30 on Sunday mornings.