RECORD OF SPACE.

A poem about Texas Holdem.

This poem is a birthday present to Ace. I met him through Roger(Ace’s brother). Ace is his nick name. Anyway, Ace is an Aviator. He owns numerous planes and companies; on his spare time he donates his time in helping under-develope counties. He flies patients to operations, bring in food and water. He is a terrific human being: Happy Bithday.

I’ve been burned.

There are all kinds of people, and what you have in you is what you will produce and others will see. If there is a dream inside of you, it doesn’t happen on its own, you have to do some work. People need to take a lesson from the right system.

This could be the sad lonely cowboys last game of poker.

Halo was created from spare human parts by a mad scientist she called her father. He dies and as she mourns she must learn how to live in the real world.

It had been over a week since Ace had been down to Bianca’s place or even made contact with his friends because of the incident that had happened between him and his friends.

A monologue of Richard Bong, America’s Ace of Aces in World War II.

Part five of Ace’s life short stories.Ace was still recovering from the SFT death match he had been in with LJ two days ago.