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12/20/08(Sat)02:08:39 No.2496154Well, story time, I guess. Here's a tale of a life gone fucked-upside-down. I
was born and raised on the west side Philadelphia, PA. Most of my time
was spent in the park or on the playground, generally relaxing or
showing off. Until a couple punks started stirring shit up in my part
of town. I kicked the shit out of one of them, and my mom suddenly
decided that I was better off living with my oreo relatives in Bel Air. I
tried to convince my mom otherwise for the better part of a month, but
she just packed up half of my clothes and NOTHING ELSE, and dumped me
at the airport, kissed me in front of everyone, and slapped the damn
ticket in my hand. Fuck her, I put my Walkman on and walked like I
didn't even know her. It was alright, I guess. I got bumped to first
class, but it was the only time I've ever been on a plane. They only
gave me orange juice, though. I guess they did stupid crap like this
all the time where I was going. Well, when I got to LAX, there was a
security guard or some shit looking for me, so I dipped and ducked into
some cab that smelled like someone boiled up a batch of shit and called
it curry. I got a ride all the way to my uncle's place, and the rest
writes itself. |