Your Life Story.
Mon May 02, 2011 10:26 am
#9691- RickMember
I was reading Chisa's thread and I remembered the Life Story thread from C4B that Veixs made. So wondering about it I thought I would make a similar thread.
Hopefully this will take off and give me morning caffeine reading material. Be descriptive as you want or vague.
Okay the title says it all get to posting peeps. I can't wait!
*I am sorry I cannot make this more descriptive or more cohesive but I am starting to have some issues with my thought processes this morning
Hopefully this will take off and give me morning caffeine reading material. Be descriptive as you want or vague.
Okay the title says it all get to posting peeps. I can't wait!
*I am sorry I cannot make this more descriptive or more cohesive but I am starting to have some issues with my thought processes this morning
Mon May 02, 2011 11:03 am
#9695- SMOKEMember
- Location : Maryland
When I was 19 I started a landscaping/ nursery business. I was blessed to have very rich grandparents and when they passed away they left me a ton of money. Money that I invested into my business, bought 50 acres, started the process to get my necessary permits to grow and maintain a nursery. After 2 years of struggling to see the profitable side of owning a small business a larger corporation came in and offered me a large amount for the property and staff. Mulled it over for 4-5 months, started to go to college, drove to UMD and ended up with a Turf Degree and a landscape design 2 year degree. During the time I was going to school I realized that I had to sell, so I did and haven't looked back since.
So I guess for the last 3-4 years I've been enjoying life and only spending the interest that I have made off of smart and wise business decisions. Started to get into harder drugs and realized if I kept this up I'd be flat broke my the age of 30 so I decided to check myself into rehab during the first long absence from this site (not sure what excuse I made to you guys) and from that point on I've bettered myself.
Sold the single family home that I had for 4 years and bought a nice little apartment that was being rented privately by an old couple. The old couple saw what I was working with and offered them 45 grand for their large 3 bedroom 2 and half bath apartment. As of today I've started a meaningful relationship with a 34 year old mother of 3 that truly has my best interests in her heart, tired of being taken advantage of by money hungry bar chicks that are around my age.
Life has been good for me and the only reason it is so good is because I busted my ass from the age of 14-22 and got lucky with having grandparents that saw something in me.
###EDIT### no longer with that girl, got too weird dealing with my issues and her issues of on-going divorce bullshit.
So I guess for the last 3-4 years I've been enjoying life and only spending the interest that I have made off of smart and wise business decisions. Started to get into harder drugs and realized if I kept this up I'd be flat broke my the age of 30 so I decided to check myself into rehab during the first long absence from this site (not sure what excuse I made to you guys) and from that point on I've bettered myself.
Sold the single family home that I had for 4 years and bought a nice little apartment that was being rented privately by an old couple. The old couple saw what I was working with and offered them 45 grand for their large 3 bedroom 2 and half bath apartment. As of today I've started a meaningful relationship with a 34 year old mother of 3 that truly has my best interests in her heart, tired of being taken advantage of by money hungry bar chicks that are around my age.
Life has been good for me and the only reason it is so good is because I busted my ass from the age of 14-22 and got lucky with having grandparents that saw something in me.
###EDIT### no longer with that girl, got too weird dealing with my issues and her issues of on-going divorce bullshit.
Mon May 02, 2011 3:27 pm
#9749- The CD PlayerBurn Trees
- Location : swimmin w/ the fishies
Alright here's mine.
Born on may 8, 1989 in San Antonio, Texas. Born on Kelly AFB, parents were both in the AF, stationed there. First child, and was born with severe namonia. I wasn't supposed to live, but did obviously. We moved to GA before I was even 1 year old. Moved to Lawrencville, GA.
Lived there till I was 9 or 10. Had a normal childhood there. Never really got into trouble.
Growing up I wanted to be an architect mostly because i like seeing buildings with character to them. Office buildings make me sad because they look like nothing. That dream, however, was crushed when I realized I suck at math. (which is funny cause i suck at complex math, but can add, subtract, divide, and multiply in my head, any size numbers, and can have an answer extremely quick)
When I was 10 we moved out to the country, sorta, to a new house. A year later my parents divorced. My mom ended up remarrying just 3 years ago. My dad has a gf he's had for 4+ years. Both of my parents do good for themselves, but are complete opposites of eachother. My mom married a preacher, and became a born again christian (they now run their own church). While my dad bought a house w/ a bar in the basement, and throws parties every weekend, and every holiday.
Around that same time as my parents' divorce i started having problems medically. I had always been a sick kid in general. Have had strep throat more than 8 times. First I was diagnosed with ADHD, but what kid isn't these days. Took 40mg of adderall a day (that's a good bit for those of you who don't know), till i got outta HS. Second I was diagnosed with Soriasis(sp), which is a skin disorder where my skin is very dry and flakes off in the winter. Thirdly i was diagnosed with rhumatoid arthiritis, which is where you have arthiritis in more than a certain amount of joints. think the number is 6 or 7 joints. And lastly I was diagnosed with raynauds disease, which is a circulatory disorder where i don't get enough blood flow to my hands and feet. it causes them to turn dark purple in the cold if i don't keep them warm, and swollen and bright red when they get to hot.
I never really got into much trouble as a kid. A's and B's all the way till 8th grade. Most i ever got in trouble was just gettin a few detentions for being a smart ass or jokin around in class to much. I've always been the funny guy in class. Not until HS did I start getting in trouble.
Played JV and V soccer (keeper) my freshman and sophmore year, and was an overall good kid. Started smokin pot at the end of freshman year, and slowly spiraled downward. I quit soccer my junior year for many reasons. Mainly i was just exhausted, my body was torn up. Playing keeper alls you do is just throw your body at the ground all day, and that was probably not the best thing with arthiritis. I also started gettin more into girls and i wanted some free time to take them out. Then there was that i would rather smoke pot w/ my buddies than run laps and have coach bitch at me the whole time.
Long story short, I nearly flunked out my senior year because i stopped going to school. For a good month and a half i would either not show up and lie to my parents that i did go and the sub just didn't count me as present, or would cut early and only go to 2-3 classes. Before all that I got accepted into GA Southern and was on track to graduate with a dual HS diploma. After flunking some of my classes but still graduating i came out with a technical diploma (trade school/community college diploma).
After HS i decided to not go right into school and to work instead. I already worked at Chick fil a in HS, and was still working there. Worked my way up to Assistant manager makin 8 an hour. Was working 50 hours a week w/ nothing to pay for. Needless to say even though i had a gf to suck some of my money up, I smoked A LOT of pot and some really good shit. This whole time i was livin at my dads party house, which probably wasn't the best environment. Worked at CFA for 2 years then my buddy got me a job at a bankruptcy law firm gettin 11 dollars an hour. 18 years old and i was makin money, or what i thought.
When i got the job me and my buddy, who got me the job, got an apartment close to downtown atlanta. I was livin on my own and feelin like a million bucks thinkin not goin to school right away worked out after all. It allowed me to smoke when and whereever I wanted to, and i DID. Smoked more pot than I can remember there. Being on my own also gave me the chance to try other drugs. I probably did every hard drug you can name, other than meth, in that apartment. My life started spiralling outta control at that point. Soon I was spending so much on drugs I was barely making rent every month. I would go to work messed up on something more regularly to the point where i lost my job because i was falling behind on my work. At that point though it wasn't much of an impact as it could have been. My roomate became addicted to heroin, and burned through all his rent, and was basically getting us evicted cause he couldn't pay his half.
So after being on cloud nine, and being a self sufficient and arrogant young adult, I got put back in my place. No where to live, no job, and ashamed, I had to move back in with my parents. Stopped all of the drugs, except pot. And tried to start my life over. Applied to school and a local community college, and started goin back to school. That lasted for all of 3 months before I stopped going out of sheer lack of desire.
At that point I just thought **** it, and started working two jobs. Still in fast food. Then me and my gf at the time of a little over a year moved into a house together. Rent was cheap and we both didn't want to live at home with mommy and daddy. During this time I was arrested for possesion of marijuana, and am currently still on probabtion for it. Me and her have always fought, but it started to get drastic, and i decided to split and let the house go aswell. Back livin at my mom's again I started saving up some more money. Four months go by and I'm talkin to my ex again. She had an apartment out near atlanta and i moved in. Pretty much freeloaded for 4 months, while she danced at a club, and made enough for me to not have to get a job. That was short lived because we were always fighting again. To the point where she was arrested for battery at one point. We broke up again, and i had to again go back to my parents house.
Me and her are back together again, as stupid as it may sound after explaining all that lol. And i am still living at my mom's house right now. I have plans for school in the summer/fall, and have a construction job lined up once i finish probation. But other than that you can see my life is pretty shitty.
Born on may 8, 1989 in San Antonio, Texas. Born on Kelly AFB, parents were both in the AF, stationed there. First child, and was born with severe namonia. I wasn't supposed to live, but did obviously. We moved to GA before I was even 1 year old. Moved to Lawrencville, GA.
Lived there till I was 9 or 10. Had a normal childhood there. Never really got into trouble.
Growing up I wanted to be an architect mostly because i like seeing buildings with character to them. Office buildings make me sad because they look like nothing. That dream, however, was crushed when I realized I suck at math. (which is funny cause i suck at complex math, but can add, subtract, divide, and multiply in my head, any size numbers, and can have an answer extremely quick)
When I was 10 we moved out to the country, sorta, to a new house. A year later my parents divorced. My mom ended up remarrying just 3 years ago. My dad has a gf he's had for 4+ years. Both of my parents do good for themselves, but are complete opposites of eachother. My mom married a preacher, and became a born again christian (they now run their own church). While my dad bought a house w/ a bar in the basement, and throws parties every weekend, and every holiday.
Around that same time as my parents' divorce i started having problems medically. I had always been a sick kid in general. Have had strep throat more than 8 times. First I was diagnosed with ADHD, but what kid isn't these days. Took 40mg of adderall a day (that's a good bit for those of you who don't know), till i got outta HS. Second I was diagnosed with Soriasis(sp), which is a skin disorder where my skin is very dry and flakes off in the winter. Thirdly i was diagnosed with rhumatoid arthiritis, which is where you have arthiritis in more than a certain amount of joints. think the number is 6 or 7 joints. And lastly I was diagnosed with raynauds disease, which is a circulatory disorder where i don't get enough blood flow to my hands and feet. it causes them to turn dark purple in the cold if i don't keep them warm, and swollen and bright red when they get to hot.
I never really got into much trouble as a kid. A's and B's all the way till 8th grade. Most i ever got in trouble was just gettin a few detentions for being a smart ass or jokin around in class to much. I've always been the funny guy in class. Not until HS did I start getting in trouble.
Played JV and V soccer (keeper) my freshman and sophmore year, and was an overall good kid. Started smokin pot at the end of freshman year, and slowly spiraled downward. I quit soccer my junior year for many reasons. Mainly i was just exhausted, my body was torn up. Playing keeper alls you do is just throw your body at the ground all day, and that was probably not the best thing with arthiritis. I also started gettin more into girls and i wanted some free time to take them out. Then there was that i would rather smoke pot w/ my buddies than run laps and have coach bitch at me the whole time.
Long story short, I nearly flunked out my senior year because i stopped going to school. For a good month and a half i would either not show up and lie to my parents that i did go and the sub just didn't count me as present, or would cut early and only go to 2-3 classes. Before all that I got accepted into GA Southern and was on track to graduate with a dual HS diploma. After flunking some of my classes but still graduating i came out with a technical diploma (trade school/community college diploma).
After HS i decided to not go right into school and to work instead. I already worked at Chick fil a in HS, and was still working there. Worked my way up to Assistant manager makin 8 an hour. Was working 50 hours a week w/ nothing to pay for. Needless to say even though i had a gf to suck some of my money up, I smoked A LOT of pot and some really good shit. This whole time i was livin at my dads party house, which probably wasn't the best environment. Worked at CFA for 2 years then my buddy got me a job at a bankruptcy law firm gettin 11 dollars an hour. 18 years old and i was makin money, or what i thought.
When i got the job me and my buddy, who got me the job, got an apartment close to downtown atlanta. I was livin on my own and feelin like a million bucks thinkin not goin to school right away worked out after all. It allowed me to smoke when and whereever I wanted to, and i DID. Smoked more pot than I can remember there. Being on my own also gave me the chance to try other drugs. I probably did every hard drug you can name, other than meth, in that apartment. My life started spiralling outta control at that point. Soon I was spending so much on drugs I was barely making rent every month. I would go to work messed up on something more regularly to the point where i lost my job because i was falling behind on my work. At that point though it wasn't much of an impact as it could have been. My roomate became addicted to heroin, and burned through all his rent, and was basically getting us evicted cause he couldn't pay his half.
So after being on cloud nine, and being a self sufficient and arrogant young adult, I got put back in my place. No where to live, no job, and ashamed, I had to move back in with my parents. Stopped all of the drugs, except pot. And tried to start my life over. Applied to school and a local community college, and started goin back to school. That lasted for all of 3 months before I stopped going out of sheer lack of desire.
At that point I just thought **** it, and started working two jobs. Still in fast food. Then me and my gf at the time of a little over a year moved into a house together. Rent was cheap and we both didn't want to live at home with mommy and daddy. During this time I was arrested for possesion of marijuana, and am currently still on probabtion for it. Me and her have always fought, but it started to get drastic, and i decided to split and let the house go aswell. Back livin at my mom's again I started saving up some more money. Four months go by and I'm talkin to my ex again. She had an apartment out near atlanta and i moved in. Pretty much freeloaded for 4 months, while she danced at a club, and made enough for me to not have to get a job. That was short lived because we were always fighting again. To the point where she was arrested for battery at one point. We broke up again, and i had to again go back to my parents house.
Me and her are back together again, as stupid as it may sound after explaining all that lol. And i am still living at my mom's house right now. I have plans for school in the summer/fall, and have a construction job lined up once i finish probation. But other than that you can see my life is pretty shitty.
Mon May 02, 2011 4:03 pm
#9760DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!!!
oh dear. guess ill do mine. Rather just tell everyone in our little online family through mic.
Born and Raised on St. Thomas. Lived with both parents, family members was never to far.(Walk through the front door, go up a hill and im at grandmas.) Learned manners from my mother, learned bad words from my father.
Went to a kinder-garden school only a few minutes from my house. Then went to a school for 1-6th grade, now in high school(12th grade, all black school).
When i was 7 played some soccer, loved it, until they had championships and stuff, and i couldnt travel with them. Decided to quit a year later, and joined some martial arts training. Stayed with that for 2 years. Then left. Picked up weights and still doing that now, but i slacked off. lol
Like alpha, Shy in high school, could talk a shit storm with the guys and girls i dont like. But when it came to those few girls i like, man did i choke up and just say hi and a joke. lol
1st job was working as a jack of all trades grand father. Meaning he was a guy that could do anything. Built houses, learned carpentry, plumbing, etc.
2nd job was with my father at the local airport, he was always into computers and i took a liking into it now. Still got 2 computer cases empty and waiting for parts. But no money to build. Do plan on making them.
Father was a diabetic, so every time i turned to make birthday he was sick and in hospital. Then it just worst and worst over the years. As it started to get worse he started visiting the hospital more and more through ambulance. Diabetic comas was hell, seeing him do things he was unaware of not doing. Till it happened to have gone to far and he got a stroke during the diabetic coma. He also got the thingy where he couldnt remember certain things(whatever it is). Started having bad problems. Then he passed away. (RIP Dad) This is pretty much the hard part.
Well, after that, certain people i knew found out and the whole school knew. The girls i knew gave me hugs and said sorry. I was enraged didnt want anyone knowing. Shut out everyone, talked to no one, went school, came home. Rinse and Repeat.
Few years later, and now 18, I like this girl, scared shitless to even talk to her. All i can do is mumble, yup, and a joke.
Send a text, now and then. even then i have hard time texting to this girl. (Weird)
Pretty much a shy person, very easily tempered, very talented.
Well, probably screwed up this post with punctuation marks missing or in wrong areas. But you guys get what i went through. Wasnt easy.
oh dear. guess ill do mine. Rather just tell everyone in our little online family through mic.
Born and Raised on St. Thomas. Lived with both parents, family members was never to far.(Walk through the front door, go up a hill and im at grandmas.) Learned manners from my mother, learned bad words from my father.
Went to a kinder-garden school only a few minutes from my house. Then went to a school for 1-6th grade, now in high school(12th grade, all black school).
When i was 7 played some soccer, loved it, until they had championships and stuff, and i couldnt travel with them. Decided to quit a year later, and joined some martial arts training. Stayed with that for 2 years. Then left. Picked up weights and still doing that now, but i slacked off. lol
Like alpha, Shy in high school, could talk a shit storm with the guys and girls i dont like. But when it came to those few girls i like, man did i choke up and just say hi and a joke. lol
1st job was working as a jack of all trades grand father. Meaning he was a guy that could do anything. Built houses, learned carpentry, plumbing, etc.
2nd job was with my father at the local airport, he was always into computers and i took a liking into it now. Still got 2 computer cases empty and waiting for parts. But no money to build. Do plan on making them.
Father was a diabetic, so every time i turned to make birthday he was sick and in hospital. Then it just worst and worst over the years. As it started to get worse he started visiting the hospital more and more through ambulance. Diabetic comas was hell, seeing him do things he was unaware of not doing. Till it happened to have gone to far and he got a stroke during the diabetic coma. He also got the thingy where he couldnt remember certain things(whatever it is). Started having bad problems. Then he passed away. (RIP Dad) This is pretty much the hard part.
Well, after that, certain people i knew found out and the whole school knew. The girls i knew gave me hugs and said sorry. I was enraged didnt want anyone knowing. Shut out everyone, talked to no one, went school, came home. Rinse and Repeat.
Few years later, and now 18, I like this girl, scared shitless to even talk to her. All i can do is mumble, yup, and a joke.
Send a text, now and then. even then i have hard time texting to this girl. (Weird)
Pretty much a shy person, very easily tempered, very talented.
Well, probably screwed up this post with punctuation marks missing or in wrong areas. But you guys get what i went through. Wasnt easy.
Mon May 02, 2011 4:05 pm
#9761- ChisaGod Of Boobs
- Location : Boston, MA
Shadow, no worries, this thread is not about joking or making fun..it's about people telling their story and the rest of us learning something
fear not
fear not
Mon May 02, 2011 4:14 pm
#9764Mon May 02, 2011 4:14 pm
#9766- ChisaGod Of Boobs
- Location : Boston, MA
don't have time to write it out today, I'll try and do it later, if not, definitely tomorrow
Mon May 02, 2011 4:37 pm
#9772- GuestGuest
Born in Los Angeles, California to two immigrant parents from El Salvador. They migrated over during the El Salvador civil war of the 70’s-80’s. Lived in California for about 2 years, and moved to Washington DC, of which we lived there for about 6 years and moved to Silver Spring, MD, which is close to DC by about 15 minutes.
Growing up was some what tough for me, as I had all my uncles living in our small 900 sqft apartment (parents, 3 uncles, and my brother and I). We managed, until they all got their own lives, and moved out.
During the early 90’s, I was a trouble maker, rude little kid with behavioral issues in school. Never did homework, always talking and playing in class. I didn’t know any manners. Luckily, I was not held back through my first 5 grades. I did get suspended in 2nd grade for bringing in a knife to school, but I didn’t do anything with it, or had any idea why I brought it. I did get into fights with kids I didn’t like in the school yard, which is funny because of the those kids is now my best friend of 23 years, lol. Parent’s didn’t know much about raising me, I was never a smart one, or had any friends who were smart. We were all just, stupid. Didn’t care for intellect or how to spell. I never took tests seriously. Dad would beat my ass because I once called the Hulk Hogan hot line and never noticed it was charging my dad $3.99 a minute!
Parents decided to move out of this project-like area, and moved about 1 mile away to much safer location (From Takoma Park to Silver Spring). Here, things changed for me because now I was going to Middle school (1995-1997). I met other friends and the crowd I was with wasn’t making things easier for me in class. 6th grade was tough, but I hung in there, and made the best of it. 7th grade, I made the honor roll, made different friends, and started hanging out with people who were able to get me better grades, and my way of speaking changed, but not by much. Bone Thugs was in style, and people listened to them, and so did I. Had friends having sex and doing drugs behind school, I wanted to be like them, but then I actually didn’t. Going home was hell, because I did nothing. Did homework, watched TV with my lil bro, and went to bed, only to repeat the same shit again the next day.
Had neighbors in the area, whom where Ethiopian, and they were cool. We hung out a lot, and they eventually moved away, never to see them again. It was hard to make friends. Even make friends with girls because I wasn’t attractive. In middle school, I once asked this girl, whom all the guys liked, asked her to dance at a dance party, and she literally screamed! Why? It was so embarrassing. I never respected her for that. Saw her a few years later, she looked pregnant, was mildly bald, and she wasn’t pregnant, but she had a stomach tumor. I didn’t feel sorry for her. I actually felt so much better about myself (Must have been 1999 or 2000). So in middle school, I was chubby, but not fat, or skinny. I had a liking to this black girl, really pretty, but she was plagued by acne. We dated for 1 week. She broke up with me because her friends told her I wasn’t cool enough. Oh well. Played recreational soccer all season. By 8th grade, shit went by so fast, I can’t really remember. What I do remember, is that things were better for me when I traveled out of the US, and went to Mexico City to visit other family members, which my aunt married a Mexican, and had kids, so my dad sent me there every summer. Best times, until I tore my right ACL. I never went to a doctor or hospital to get it reconstructed, didn’t know it was torn, so I walked around limping for a few weeks with it.
High School, 1997-2001. Freshman year, was somewhat odd. I didn’t fit into any crowd. Latino’s, whites, blacks, I had no idea. I was too white and smart for Latino’s, I was too dumb and brown for Whites, and I was too fake for blacks. I had an identity crisis. Only thing I wanted to do, was play soccer. With my torn ACL, I made the ****ing team. As a Keeper. Wonderful, great. But things weren’t so great in October of my freshman year, when my close uncle was murdered by some ****ing street scum, and was said that his death was by mistaken identity. Shot in the stomach, and died on the scene. Really messed me up because my uncle, to me, was as close a big brother since I was 3 years old. He took care of me when I was growning up. His loss was huge. So, freshman year went by, and summer came. No more trips to Mexico, and nothing to do other than join mini soccer leagues, and get better. Sophore year, a new HS was built, and during the summer, I did nothing but work out and get leaner. Girls were everywhere, but still, this year was hard again, because I didn’t fit in with many. Not that I was hated, but friends where different. Some smart, some weird, and well, shit didn’t mix well for me. I got into video games here and there. One kid I will never like is some cat named Steve. Steve befriended me, but also ruined me. Guys like him, who are cool with you one minute, and toss you to the side the next, is the reason why I am glad that I can actually appreciate REAL friends the most. In any case, **** dudes like Steve. Not much in 10th grade other than school, soccer, love for low riders, and trying to get a g/f. I eventually did. In the winter, a new girl moved in down the street. Dated for two years on and off, and broke it off in my senior year as I was heading into the Marine Corps. My senior year, I did date another chick, but she was too young, and well, things didn’t pan out. Before graduating, I went to my senior prom, party’d like all hell, and went to the beach with some cool friends, came back, and got prepared for boot camp.
Summer of 2001, July, I entered boot camp. Paris Island, South Carolina. I didn’t know what to expect, but I graduated and went on to my training school, that of which I was a hot stud. But, the girls in the military weren’t my thing. I wanted a real woman. I found them online. Had found one through Yahoo Chat, when online dating was not even made into a profiteering things. She lived in Chicago, and we decided to date once I got to my permanent station in North Carolina. Dated this girl for about 2 years, and it wasn’t pleasant, for some part. Probably because of the distance, and because she was a virgin, and I finally broke and cheated on her with another woman in my home town. It didn’t work out, so whatever. Met other women in my time of service, and I once again played soccer to get my mind off them. I thought I could make it this time around, and I did, playing for the All Marine Soccer team. But, I tore my ACL in a match, and all my dreams of playing, went down the drain. Depressed me for a while. I still had 1.5 years left before I got out. Waited six whole months for a surgery date, and got it. During this time, I met the current wifey, on-line, lol, again, and well, since Dec 2004, she’s never left my side. Had two kids with her, along with her step son, and we live a good life. Hectic at times, but I am happy. Work 5 miles from home, never played soccer since 2004 debacle, and started gaming again because my real life friends, are all into other dumb shit, and well, you guys have filled that gap as being my other friends. During my time in the Marines, I became estranged from friends and family, which is probably why my brother barely talks to me or wants to hang out. But I don’t know anymore. My fingers hurt from writing all of this.
Not a shy guy. I am usually direct, but I chose my words carefully. I like meeting people. But I usually can dislike someone by looking at them. Like I can feel that aura of douchebagetry. If that’s even a word. I stand up for the weak. I fight for the right. I am a protector of things and people. I can be a loyal friend, or someone who will dislike you and talk shit about you to your face if you do something wrong to me. Enough about me.
Growing up was some what tough for me, as I had all my uncles living in our small 900 sqft apartment (parents, 3 uncles, and my brother and I). We managed, until they all got their own lives, and moved out.
During the early 90’s, I was a trouble maker, rude little kid with behavioral issues in school. Never did homework, always talking and playing in class. I didn’t know any manners. Luckily, I was not held back through my first 5 grades. I did get suspended in 2nd grade for bringing in a knife to school, but I didn’t do anything with it, or had any idea why I brought it. I did get into fights with kids I didn’t like in the school yard, which is funny because of the those kids is now my best friend of 23 years, lol. Parent’s didn’t know much about raising me, I was never a smart one, or had any friends who were smart. We were all just, stupid. Didn’t care for intellect or how to spell. I never took tests seriously. Dad would beat my ass because I once called the Hulk Hogan hot line and never noticed it was charging my dad $3.99 a minute!
Parents decided to move out of this project-like area, and moved about 1 mile away to much safer location (From Takoma Park to Silver Spring). Here, things changed for me because now I was going to Middle school (1995-1997). I met other friends and the crowd I was with wasn’t making things easier for me in class. 6th grade was tough, but I hung in there, and made the best of it. 7th grade, I made the honor roll, made different friends, and started hanging out with people who were able to get me better grades, and my way of speaking changed, but not by much. Bone Thugs was in style, and people listened to them, and so did I. Had friends having sex and doing drugs behind school, I wanted to be like them, but then I actually didn’t. Going home was hell, because I did nothing. Did homework, watched TV with my lil bro, and went to bed, only to repeat the same shit again the next day.
Had neighbors in the area, whom where Ethiopian, and they were cool. We hung out a lot, and they eventually moved away, never to see them again. It was hard to make friends. Even make friends with girls because I wasn’t attractive. In middle school, I once asked this girl, whom all the guys liked, asked her to dance at a dance party, and she literally screamed! Why? It was so embarrassing. I never respected her for that. Saw her a few years later, she looked pregnant, was mildly bald, and she wasn’t pregnant, but she had a stomach tumor. I didn’t feel sorry for her. I actually felt so much better about myself (Must have been 1999 or 2000). So in middle school, I was chubby, but not fat, or skinny. I had a liking to this black girl, really pretty, but she was plagued by acne. We dated for 1 week. She broke up with me because her friends told her I wasn’t cool enough. Oh well. Played recreational soccer all season. By 8th grade, shit went by so fast, I can’t really remember. What I do remember, is that things were better for me when I traveled out of the US, and went to Mexico City to visit other family members, which my aunt married a Mexican, and had kids, so my dad sent me there every summer. Best times, until I tore my right ACL. I never went to a doctor or hospital to get it reconstructed, didn’t know it was torn, so I walked around limping for a few weeks with it.
High School, 1997-2001. Freshman year, was somewhat odd. I didn’t fit into any crowd. Latino’s, whites, blacks, I had no idea. I was too white and smart for Latino’s, I was too dumb and brown for Whites, and I was too fake for blacks. I had an identity crisis. Only thing I wanted to do, was play soccer. With my torn ACL, I made the ****ing team. As a Keeper. Wonderful, great. But things weren’t so great in October of my freshman year, when my close uncle was murdered by some ****ing street scum, and was said that his death was by mistaken identity. Shot in the stomach, and died on the scene. Really messed me up because my uncle, to me, was as close a big brother since I was 3 years old. He took care of me when I was growning up. His loss was huge. So, freshman year went by, and summer came. No more trips to Mexico, and nothing to do other than join mini soccer leagues, and get better. Sophore year, a new HS was built, and during the summer, I did nothing but work out and get leaner. Girls were everywhere, but still, this year was hard again, because I didn’t fit in with many. Not that I was hated, but friends where different. Some smart, some weird, and well, shit didn’t mix well for me. I got into video games here and there. One kid I will never like is some cat named Steve. Steve befriended me, but also ruined me. Guys like him, who are cool with you one minute, and toss you to the side the next, is the reason why I am glad that I can actually appreciate REAL friends the most. In any case, **** dudes like Steve. Not much in 10th grade other than school, soccer, love for low riders, and trying to get a g/f. I eventually did. In the winter, a new girl moved in down the street. Dated for two years on and off, and broke it off in my senior year as I was heading into the Marine Corps. My senior year, I did date another chick, but she was too young, and well, things didn’t pan out. Before graduating, I went to my senior prom, party’d like all hell, and went to the beach with some cool friends, came back, and got prepared for boot camp.
Summer of 2001, July, I entered boot camp. Paris Island, South Carolina. I didn’t know what to expect, but I graduated and went on to my training school, that of which I was a hot stud. But, the girls in the military weren’t my thing. I wanted a real woman. I found them online. Had found one through Yahoo Chat, when online dating was not even made into a profiteering things. She lived in Chicago, and we decided to date once I got to my permanent station in North Carolina. Dated this girl for about 2 years, and it wasn’t pleasant, for some part. Probably because of the distance, and because she was a virgin, and I finally broke and cheated on her with another woman in my home town. It didn’t work out, so whatever. Met other women in my time of service, and I once again played soccer to get my mind off them. I thought I could make it this time around, and I did, playing for the All Marine Soccer team. But, I tore my ACL in a match, and all my dreams of playing, went down the drain. Depressed me for a while. I still had 1.5 years left before I got out. Waited six whole months for a surgery date, and got it. During this time, I met the current wifey, on-line, lol, again, and well, since Dec 2004, she’s never left my side. Had two kids with her, along with her step son, and we live a good life. Hectic at times, but I am happy. Work 5 miles from home, never played soccer since 2004 debacle, and started gaming again because my real life friends, are all into other dumb shit, and well, you guys have filled that gap as being my other friends. During my time in the Marines, I became estranged from friends and family, which is probably why my brother barely talks to me or wants to hang out. But I don’t know anymore. My fingers hurt from writing all of this.
Not a shy guy. I am usually direct, but I chose my words carefully. I like meeting people. But I usually can dislike someone by looking at them. Like I can feel that aura of douchebagetry. If that’s even a word. I stand up for the weak. I fight for the right. I am a protector of things and people. I can be a loyal friend, or someone who will dislike you and talk shit about you to your face if you do something wrong to me. Enough about me.
Mon May 02, 2011 6:05 pm
#9797- SMOKEMember
- Location : Maryland
Smokes early years:
Born in Silver Spring, MD (Briggs Chaney), dad was going through law school at GW Unioversity and mom was a stay at home mom. 2 years later my lil sis was born. The first 8 years were tough because my dad was going to night school so I never really got to see him besides the hour or so each night for dinner. Dinner was family time, something today's generation has no concept of, each night we'd turn the tv off and converse about anything.
Took soccer very seriously as a kid. Playing against some of the best teams in the "DelMarVa" area and even got to go to some national tournaments. For 3 years my MSI club team never lost and eventually had to split the team into 2 because the "board" saw it as unfair to the rest of the teams. My former coach is now the strength and fitness coach for the u20 USA Girls National Team, or was.
Moved to redneckville, maryland and struggled with the major culture shock. What forced us to move was the triple rape and homicide 2 doors down. So parents put the house on the market and moved. Moving to such a rural ass town as Middletown was a huge culture shock. I mean right behind my parents house is a cow field and the roads leading to our house are nothing put corn. soy fields. Where is everyone? What the hell is there to do for fun around?
Middletown is very "name" oriented. There are certain families that have lived in this area for 5+ generations and everyone knows everyone. Being an outsider, as they viewed anyone new to the area, left you with a sense of not being welcomed. Middle school was the worst since two other towns had there students merge with ours to form Middletown Middle and Middletown High. So I had to make a whole new set of friends, which I did.
I was the class clown because it was my way of trying to fit in with these redneck and racist kids. (My 8th grade pic, not one black or mexican kid... purely white). Hated almost everyone but a few cool ass kids.
Played and excelled at soccer, basketball and baseball. Went to Bermuda with my ODP Soccer club and won the tournament out there. College scouts were there, JMU, UMD and WAKE came up to me and asked if they could come out and watch some of my high school games- I was in 8th at the time.
High school was what is was, a somewhat frustrating. I never really tried in school... graduated with like a 3.1 and maybe studied for a grand total of 4 hours all 4 years. Played varsity soccer in 9th and 10th (starting centerback). Was ripped back then, 6ft 2 and a chiseled 250. Colleges around the area came out and looked at me my sophmore year. 9th grade year I didn't play a single minute, shattered mt left leg inside the 6yd box when the goalie came out. (Leg was stuck between goalie and defender and SNAP). Went to every practice and every game and was the ultimate cheerleader. UMD's coach at the time, for the life of me I cant think of his name, saw my tapes from middleschool and heard that I shattered my leg. He came out to my final game in 9th grade and told me that "I and others will be out next season to watch".
I rehabbed like a mother fucker, dropped 15 pounds and added 10 pounds of pure muscle. Come time for tryouts I was in the best shape of my life. One small problem though, I could not trust my leg. For whatever reason I could not put that fear to rest and my play struggled. First game of the season and there were close to a dozen scouts (not all for me) and I could tell that my play was weak. I couldn't be the "force" I once was on the field.
I quit 4 games into the season... started chiefing hay
Was always good at golf and since golf and soccer were both fall sports I could never play golf for the school. Junior year I tried out and made the team. Other than one other dude we were absolutely horrible. Matches were 9 holes... my stroke average was 2 shots better than the next best and 13 better than the 3 best on the team. Made it to States and placed 9th. Pretty good for my first taste at competitive golf.
Started playing in AJGA events. Played in the MD State AM (Public and Private), Mid- Atlantic Championships. Took it very seriously, major schools came out my senior year to get a glimpse at me. University of South Carolina is where I signed my national letter of intent.
WILL FINISH AT LATER DATE.... drugs to go purchase
Born in Silver Spring, MD (Briggs Chaney), dad was going through law school at GW Unioversity and mom was a stay at home mom. 2 years later my lil sis was born. The first 8 years were tough because my dad was going to night school so I never really got to see him besides the hour or so each night for dinner. Dinner was family time, something today's generation has no concept of, each night we'd turn the tv off and converse about anything.
Took soccer very seriously as a kid. Playing against some of the best teams in the "DelMarVa" area and even got to go to some national tournaments. For 3 years my MSI club team never lost and eventually had to split the team into 2 because the "board" saw it as unfair to the rest of the teams. My former coach is now the strength and fitness coach for the u20 USA Girls National Team, or was.
Moved to redneckville, maryland and struggled with the major culture shock. What forced us to move was the triple rape and homicide 2 doors down. So parents put the house on the market and moved. Moving to such a rural ass town as Middletown was a huge culture shock. I mean right behind my parents house is a cow field and the roads leading to our house are nothing put corn. soy fields. Where is everyone? What the hell is there to do for fun around?
Middletown is very "name" oriented. There are certain families that have lived in this area for 5+ generations and everyone knows everyone. Being an outsider, as they viewed anyone new to the area, left you with a sense of not being welcomed. Middle school was the worst since two other towns had there students merge with ours to form Middletown Middle and Middletown High. So I had to make a whole new set of friends, which I did.
I was the class clown because it was my way of trying to fit in with these redneck and racist kids. (My 8th grade pic, not one black or mexican kid... purely white). Hated almost everyone but a few cool ass kids.
Played and excelled at soccer, basketball and baseball. Went to Bermuda with my ODP Soccer club and won the tournament out there. College scouts were there, JMU, UMD and WAKE came up to me and asked if they could come out and watch some of my high school games- I was in 8th at the time.
High school was what is was, a somewhat frustrating. I never really tried in school... graduated with like a 3.1 and maybe studied for a grand total of 4 hours all 4 years. Played varsity soccer in 9th and 10th (starting centerback). Was ripped back then, 6ft 2 and a chiseled 250. Colleges around the area came out and looked at me my sophmore year. 9th grade year I didn't play a single minute, shattered mt left leg inside the 6yd box when the goalie came out. (Leg was stuck between goalie and defender and SNAP). Went to every practice and every game and was the ultimate cheerleader. UMD's coach at the time, for the life of me I cant think of his name, saw my tapes from middleschool and heard that I shattered my leg. He came out to my final game in 9th grade and told me that "I and others will be out next season to watch".
I rehabbed like a mother fucker, dropped 15 pounds and added 10 pounds of pure muscle. Come time for tryouts I was in the best shape of my life. One small problem though, I could not trust my leg. For whatever reason I could not put that fear to rest and my play struggled. First game of the season and there were close to a dozen scouts (not all for me) and I could tell that my play was weak. I couldn't be the "force" I once was on the field.
I quit 4 games into the season... started chiefing hay
Was always good at golf and since golf and soccer were both fall sports I could never play golf for the school. Junior year I tried out and made the team. Other than one other dude we were absolutely horrible. Matches were 9 holes... my stroke average was 2 shots better than the next best and 13 better than the 3 best on the team. Made it to States and placed 9th. Pretty good for my first taste at competitive golf.
Started playing in AJGA events. Played in the MD State AM (Public and Private), Mid- Atlantic Championships. Took it very seriously, major schools came out my senior year to get a glimpse at me. University of South Carolina is where I signed my national letter of intent.
WILL FINISH AT LATER DATE.... drugs to go purchase
Mon May 02, 2011 6:18 pm
#9800- lilaclegendMember
- Location : not where i want to be
i will tell you mine.. and try not to go into too much detail lol.
I was born in Birmingham, UK.. 1985. Had one sister who is 6 years older than me.. but different Dad to mine. But he was already in her life before I was born, so we were raised the same.
My younger years were pretty uneventful.. and I don't really remember much.. except that I was extremely happy. The only bad thing to happen was my Mom lost a child when I was 4.. so would have had a younger sister too. Dad had good job and Mom worked also.. so we were able to go on lots of vacations.. and life was very happy.
I loved sport.. and played football (soccer) every day with my friends. I was a tom boy.. so i just used to hang out with all the guys.. and wasn't really interested in barbie dolls.. or whatever girls did lol. I always did very well at school.. i was good at sport.. and did well academically.. so i never really had any problems. Parents got divorced when I was 12 and i stayed with my Dad. He worked a lot.. so i was usually left to my own devices (which i loved of course lol). High school went by pretty quickly.. i did the usual.. messed around.. started drinking and smoking.. still played sport.. and got by without trying that hard, and managed to leave school with good grades.
Left High school at 16 and decided to stay on in education and went to the local college. Life had always been very good.. but around this time i lost my grandma, who had been like a mother to me following my parent's divorce. Dad had serious accident in Brazil.. but fortunately pulled through..and went from being a cold distant figure to being very emotional and loving.. which changed things a lot. I dropped out of college after my first year.
I don't know what happened to me.. but I seemed to change myself. I went from being a very outgoing, confident.. arrogant:P child.. to a nervous wreck. And i remained this way for a while.. started drinking a lot.. and went from job to job.. with no real direction. I decided to go back to college.. and then did enough to get accepted to University. Started dating this guy.. we got on really well.. shared a passion for books and music.. and things went really well for a while. Eventually things started to go bad for different reasons.. and also affected my University.. so i dropped out in final year.
Not long after.. i started getting closer to a guy i had been friends with for a while.. and had always been attracted to. And that's the guy i am with now.. and since meeting him my life has changed completely. I felt lost and didn't really know where i was going.. and he has been exactly what i needed. He's a pilot.. and over the past couple of years.. i have been lucky enough to travel to many places i didn't think i ever would. I am happier than i ever thought i could be.
I am not doing anything amazing with my own life.. but i feel happy.. and i am not really sure what the future is going to hold.. but i am just taking each day. I used to worry a lot and put too much pressure on myself to be this and that.. to be successful.. but now i just want to see what is going to come.
I was born in Birmingham, UK.. 1985. Had one sister who is 6 years older than me.. but different Dad to mine. But he was already in her life before I was born, so we were raised the same.
My younger years were pretty uneventful.. and I don't really remember much.. except that I was extremely happy. The only bad thing to happen was my Mom lost a child when I was 4.. so would have had a younger sister too. Dad had good job and Mom worked also.. so we were able to go on lots of vacations.. and life was very happy.
I loved sport.. and played football (soccer) every day with my friends. I was a tom boy.. so i just used to hang out with all the guys.. and wasn't really interested in barbie dolls.. or whatever girls did lol. I always did very well at school.. i was good at sport.. and did well academically.. so i never really had any problems. Parents got divorced when I was 12 and i stayed with my Dad. He worked a lot.. so i was usually left to my own devices (which i loved of course lol). High school went by pretty quickly.. i did the usual.. messed around.. started drinking and smoking.. still played sport.. and got by without trying that hard, and managed to leave school with good grades.
Left High school at 16 and decided to stay on in education and went to the local college. Life had always been very good.. but around this time i lost my grandma, who had been like a mother to me following my parent's divorce. Dad had serious accident in Brazil.. but fortunately pulled through..and went from being a cold distant figure to being very emotional and loving.. which changed things a lot. I dropped out of college after my first year.
I don't know what happened to me.. but I seemed to change myself. I went from being a very outgoing, confident.. arrogant:P child.. to a nervous wreck. And i remained this way for a while.. started drinking a lot.. and went from job to job.. with no real direction. I decided to go back to college.. and then did enough to get accepted to University. Started dating this guy.. we got on really well.. shared a passion for books and music.. and things went really well for a while. Eventually things started to go bad for different reasons.. and also affected my University.. so i dropped out in final year.
Not long after.. i started getting closer to a guy i had been friends with for a while.. and had always been attracted to. And that's the guy i am with now.. and since meeting him my life has changed completely. I felt lost and didn't really know where i was going.. and he has been exactly what i needed. He's a pilot.. and over the past couple of years.. i have been lucky enough to travel to many places i didn't think i ever would. I am happier than i ever thought i could be.
I am not doing anything amazing with my own life.. but i feel happy.. and i am not really sure what the future is going to hold.. but i am just taking each day. I used to worry a lot and put too much pressure on myself to be this and that.. to be successful.. but now i just want to see what is going to come.
Mon May 02, 2011 6:49 pm
#9809- AlphaI like Pink
Good reads as always. Laughed at a handful of parts from you fools.
I will not be participating this time around. I have someone who won't get the **** off my back and has made it a personal hobby to go on every site I do and read everything I post, including PMs. Instead of changing my passwords and keeping auto loggin turned off, I applied a screen lock that you can't even get on windows. Pathetic right? I agree.
I will not be participating this time around. I have someone who won't get the **** off my back and has made it a personal hobby to go on every site I do and read everything I post, including PMs. Instead of changing my passwords and keeping auto loggin turned off, I applied a screen lock that you can't even get on windows. Pathetic right? I agree.
Mon May 02, 2011 6:52 pm
#9812- ChisaGod Of Boobs
- Location : Boston, MA
Get your house in order son!!!
Mon May 02, 2011 6:53 pm
#9813Alpha wrote:Good reads as always. Laughed at a handful of parts from you fools.
I will not be participating this time around. I have someone who won't get the **** off my back and has made it a personal hobby to go on every site I do and read everything I post, including PMs. Instead of changing my passwords and keeping auto loggin turned off, I applied a screen lock that you can't even get on windows. Pathetic right? I agree.
That's the way. Lock the computer. Good Job.
Mon May 02, 2011 6:55 pm
#9815- AlphaI like Pink
Chisa wrote:Get your house in order son!!!
I am. And its taking many boxes.
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