Matrix Story Introduction

The Garden is the roughest place to grow up. From the day you start to bud all anyone ever tells you is: “ Don’t trust the yucca, they are a disgusting group of flora.” That’s all you hear, it’s engraved in your brain to hate the yucca. To abhor the yucca, to never, ever, ever, get seen with a yucca plant, unless you are inflicting harm onto said plant.

I Hate This Garden. The pressure, the pain, and the rough activities my father puts me through. To “toughen me up,” “make me a man,” because you never know when you’re going to run into a rose. One thing to remember here, never, ever, ever, let a rose win.