Journal #4, Popular Mechanics

1. What is his or her name? Spencer
2. What does he or she do for a living? He works as a Chef for a fancy restaurant
3. What is his or her height/weight/hair color and style/body type? 5 foot 7 inches/175 lbs/long and wavy black hair/athletic physique
4. What type of clothes does he or she usually wear?He usually wears band T-shirts and worn jeans
5. Best qualities?He is very good at cooking and can play many instruments
6. Worst qualities?He sometimes get very angry about small matters
7. How does he or she come across? Easygoing? Short-tempered? Etc.At first glance, he comes off as an easy going laid back guy
8. Weaknesses? He can't resist a beer on a Saturday
9. What or who does he or she hate? Spencer absolutely hates ignorant people
10. What or who does he or she love?Spencer loves Rock music so much that he sometimes thinks about quitting his job as a chef and forming a band

Spencer's point of view

This was unbelievable, how could she be so ignorant, telling me that she was glad I am leaving. Now wait a minute what was she doing with my baby's picture? She has no idea what she is about to endure. I started running after her screaming, "Give me that Picture Right Now!!" When I ran out of the bedroom and down stairs there she was, clutching onto that baby like she didn't know why I was leaving. I put the suitcase and said, "You want things to end peacefully right? So hand over my son and maybe I will forgive you." She immediately shouted back," That is exactly why I won't, because I didn't do anything wrong!" I shouted back, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!! YOU FIRST TOLD ME THAT I CARED MORE ABOUT ROCK AND COOKING THAN I DID ABOUT THAT KID AND THEN YOU BURNED ALL OF MY VINTAGE RECORDS!" She then started walking away with my son, so I ran after her and grabbed at the baby. She started screaming, "LET GO NOW YOU ARE GOING TO HURT HIM!!" he started crying now, I didn't to hurt him, but I couldn't let her have him, she didn't care about him all, she only wants to prove he point. So we started fighting over him, until, well, we each had him, and neither of us won.