.... seems to be battling with two different people within his mind, due to the high amount of self- conversation. Bio-chemical analysis may reveal a cranial disorder. 2. Background Of Family (hypothesize if necessary) A) Mother His Mother was a quick-thinker, she was usually apart from her son for an unknown reason (perhaps work), we can deduce this from the time when there was a blackout in his childhood, and Montag and his mother had a rare quiet moment together. B) Father We can deduce that Montag's father wasn't very attentive to him, perhaps because of his dedicated duty as a fireman. Now, in adulthood, Montag looks upon Beatty for advice regarding life. C) Sibl ....

.... rival and if anyone of there gang friends found out about there friendship both of them would be shot. Neither Marsha or Leroy would ever sleep at night because they would spend their nights deriving up plans so that they could either get out of there gang without being killed or a way that they could see each other without being caught by either one of their gangs. They never got to see each other because Leroy didn't have a phone and neither one of them had cars. Finally Leroy had to see and be with Marsha so he snuck out of his apartment, stole a car and drove it to the neighborhood where Marsha lived. He stood up by her room and threw rocks up at her bed ....

.... like a nobody. Sucker's real name is Richard. He got the name "Sucker" from being so gullible. One time he jumped off his garage roof with an open umbrella because Pete told him he would float down to the ground. It turned out all that happened was Sucker got a busted knee. Sucker was like any child his age. He talked to himself when he was alone, he would fight off gangsters and also pretend he was a cowboy. He was a healthy kid but he kept to himself mostly. When Pete met Maybelle Watts this had an immediate effect on Sucker because Pete was actually treating him nicely. Sucker was flamboyant, talkative and always had a smile on his face when Pete was around. One ....

.... My name is Luis Rivera, also known as "Knightmare" in the cyberworld. Some people can call me a hacker, others can just call me smart. I don't prefer being called a hacker due to the fact (of which I stated earlier) that people, especially business people, make it sound like a hacker is someone who destroys precious information in which they have spent so much of their valuable time retrieving. I feel that is just a bunch of (excuse my vulgarity) crap. I feel people should have the right to know what they want to know without being accused of breaking and entering, and trespassing in someone else's computer. I think people are just getting defensive when I seem to k ....

.... the student, he may not even bother to read the book, however, since it is forced upon him, it would be read in a hurry. If a novel is read in a hurry, the joy of reading it is lost because the reader would most likely look over the words just enough to understand the plot but would not go in detail. The detail in a noAs soon as a novel must be read or becomes part of a literary course, the joy of reading it is immediately lost due to the fact that the particular novel may not be interest to the student, the student may hurry to finish the novel and by the extent to which the novel is studied. The joy of reading a novel is lost when a novel is not of interest to the reade ....

.... for twenty years now. And after all the things I have done wrong, or done badly, my family still shows this unconditional love to me and to each other. The second part in a family is respect and trust. Trust is something that can take years to build, but can be broken very easily. By breaking trust with a family member one is also breaking respect of the family. The two ideas go hand in hand. My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted, instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given t ....

.... "This guy should be locked up!". Therefore, I plan to explain how I reached this conclusion in this paper. However, I must give fair warning, that some of the logic I used is strange and complex. If you have any doubts about your mental health, or are unsure of your capacities and limitations in any way, please do not read this, or at least do not take it seriously. For those of you who feel you can handle this, read on. Now, let us start at the most logical place to begin, the beginning. What is reality? Well, there are many explanations and theories about this, but I based mine on what I can observe and how I perceive things as a whole. ....

.... now stands before me, amongst the fog, as if to hesitantly say something to me, but doesn’t. She watches attentively as the four men, who are appropriately suited in black trousers with brilliantly colored brass buttons, gently lift the coffin from the hull in the back of the vehicle. The hearse rises an inch or so above the tires, due to the strenuous weight of the beautiful silver coffin. A faint shiver whips through the chilled wind as the frozen handles of the coffin are reluctantly grasped by the eight men in black trousers with brilliant brass buttons. I watch without blinking, as the mysterious woman fallows the men in rhythmic step towards the grave yard. ....