FICTIONFirst week in the DMZ coming to an end. The English District is where I'm living now, near the underpass into Lower Guidance Blvd. It's pretty cut off from anything except for a few buildings I'm taking courses in.
Being a member of the radio station and press core is what's keeping me from getting jumped at this point. Nobody has seen a photojournalist in the DMZ in years, at least with my talent. Not to sound arrogant. I'm proud to be part of this project. Day Three on the way. Long way to go.
End transmition.
FACT
I'm currently working on a series of stories on Greystone Psychiactric Hospital, and need a specialist on architecture local to the area. Also, JSV kids seeing this - get at me if you want and have confidence to film and then EDIT afterwards. I can get you a tour of the grounds with a police essort.
Also, I'm working on writing a piece on the Art Departments in the Highschool since the focus seems to be on sports. I'd like to change that.
Night kids. Stay safe.
Also, I'd like to thank Reverand Alfonso Sherald for his contribution to society and amazing teaching skills. I got my backpack fixed man. I'll miss you. Dead at age 60.
"A warm arrival never left so cold."
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