so what presents did you get?

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Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho

if you don't wanna get brought down on christmas, skip this post... fair warning.
















still not alone, i never really knew my dad either.... infact, i had only seen
him two times until i was about 16, then he came back to texas, and he lived with us for a few months, then after i got out of jail (over a year later) he was stil 'here' but wasn't living with us... i got to know him alot better, and the more i knew, the less i liked of him, he wouldn't of been so bad, if he was just a friend or something, but he was a crackhead, literally.... then my brother died, and he went around to places they worked together (since they lived together, once my dad got a job, he'd get my brother a job there aswell) telling then of the story and getting 'donations' for a benefit he was holding.... in reality, he never held a benefit or had plans to do anything of the such.... he just wanted the money to buy his crack.... he used my brothers death (which everyone in the family KNOWS he's responsible for, shortly, he told some crack dealer he'd be back wtih the money and when he didn't show my brother got shot) to fuel his habbit... i'm not trying to bring anyone down, and actually when i'm done writing this i'm gonna put a warning at the top.... but yeah, i disowned him, told him if he ever stepped foot around my child, me, or my wife again, i'd kill him myself, and honestly, i fucking meant it...... and if he does... I WILL follow through with it, wasn't just a threat.....


basicly, i know what it is to grow up with a dad... it sucks you have to watch other 'male figures' to figure out what you should be like, when you should be watching your dad... i feel for you dude, it's a shitty way to grow up, but honestly, it makes you stronger, and it makes you a more unique person, you just have to use that in a constructive way.... not to preech or anything, i'm only 21.... i'm not much older then you... i just honestly feel it made me a better person, a chance to become my own man, rather learning from one male figure in my life (i.e. a father) just gotta know how to use that type of stuff to your advantage...

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i dont know how it is to not have a dad in my life until the age of 16... but my parents got a divorse when i was about 5... and for about a month, during the begining of shool, he would try to tutor me, then after that month, he would just throw my books in the garbage... because he didnt know how to do my home work... and then he would quit helping me (BTW ive lived with my mom for all but 6 years of my life) and then back in arpil, of this year, he finaly thought he was up to the chalenge of taking me in full time, until the age of 18... along with my brother and sister...and yea, sure it was ok, when i wasnt thinking about my girl, or my old friends... and he wouldnt let me come back to my old town to vist with any one... and so u finaly said fuck... i put on my shoes, and walked out the door with a pack of ciggerets, a lighter, and 75 cents in my pocet, because he wouldnt let me call my GF on MY FUCKING CELL PHONE... and after that... life went down hill with him...we were constily getting in fist fights...yelling at each other, and a few times we both went to far, and were both looking for the keys for our lock boxes(witch both contain hand guns aand ammo) and then i gave up and left... then i came back after everything calmed down a little bit. but after a week... i didnt wake up in time for the bus... so we got im a fist fight over that...so he made me walk to school...about 2 miles away.... i walk about half a mile, and stop at the park, smoke a few ciggerets, and think, i end up walking back to my house after that... and then i grab some clothes... a jacket, a pipe, and scraped his bong, took a few shots, and hopped on a bus, and went back to my moms, the next day, i show up for court, and hes their, and he kicks me out of his house...

so for 11 years of my life... it was him just in my life for a little bit..now im back with my mom, around all of my old friends... making a few new friends... living my life how i used to... just injoying seeing girls i know... seeing my old drinkin smoking buddys, and making new ones...

ohh and by the way, carharts is a company that makes clothing for loggers and farmers, also alot of constrution workers, welders and mechinics use them alot of the time...

the carhart instulated cover alls (cover the whole body, and part of the neck) and over alls(farmer john) are good for in the winter...i have a pair of the over alls that i wear when im cutting wood in the winter... or when i have to weld something in the winter... cause they are damn near flame proof... and they make them double kneed so that you dont get cut up by the under grouth(black barry bushes and what not) and they are also made to help prevent sawing your leg off with a chain saw...and trust me on the chain saw stuff... im glad i was wearing my insulated double nee carharts when i was running my stilh 32 with a 24" bar cutting old growth fir, cause i had to cut threw a smaller alder, to get to the bigger logs, and i forgot how much pwoer my saw had(compared to my home lite), and how new the chain was it basicaly cut threw the log like a hot butter knife cutting hash... and came down, and grabed my pant legs, if i had been stoned while i was doing that, i would be hopping around on one leg right now...

they also make normal pants(not like normal normal... but they are basicaly blue jeans, just alot thicker)

and jackets... and a some regular t-shirts, some regular hats, and i think some socks...

umm... some of the carhart clothing is somewhat famous among a few rappers.... such as brotha lynch...

their clothing also only comes in to colors as far as i know... a tan color... and black...

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Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.

dude, if it would make you feel good to slpill out your life

make it as long as you fuckin want
im going to go smoke a bowl, and come back here
and if you posted your lfie story
i will read all of it

then i will feedback

i kid you. the fuck not.

:D

and indeed, what the ^&^% is a quid ?
oh i see. i love quids.

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nah dude wouldn't realy make me feel better, i've told it too many times... i mean if you wanted to hear it, iw ouldnt' mind typing it out, but otherwise, i'd just rather not bother with it, if youc an understand that... lol

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Originally Posted by partyguy420

i dont know how it is to not have a dad in my life until the age of 16... but my parents got a divorse when i was about 5... and for about a month, during the begining of shool, he would try to tutor me, then after that month, he would just throw my books in the garbage... because he didnt know how to do my home work... and then he would quit helping me (BTW ive lived with my mom for all but 6 years of my life) and then back in arpil, of this year, he finaly thought he was up to the chalenge of taking me in full time, until the age of 18... along with my brother and sister...and yea, sure it was ok, when i wasnt thinking about my girl, or my old friends... and he wouldnt let me come back to my old town to vist with any one... and so u finaly said fuck... i put on my shoes, and walked out the door with a pack of ciggerets, a lighter, and 75 cents in my pocet, because he wouldnt let me call my GF on MY FUCKING CELL PHONE... and after that... life went down hill with him...we were constily getting in fist fights...yelling at each other, and a few times we both went to far, and were both looking for the keys for our lock boxes(witch both contain hand guns aand ammo) and then i gave up and left... then i came back after everything calmed down a little bit. but after a week... i didnt wake up in time for the bus... so we got im a fist fight over that...so he made me walk to school...about 2 miles away.... i walk about half a mile, and stop at the park, smoke a few ciggerets, and think, i end up walking back to my house after that... and then i grab some clothes... a jacket, a pipe, and scraped his bong, took a few shots, and hopped on a bus, and went back to my moms, the next day, i show up for court, and hes their, and he kicks me out of his house...

so for 11 years of my life... it was him just in my life for a little bit..now im back with my mom, around all of my old friends... making a few new friends... living my life how i used to... just injoying seeing girls i know... seeing my old drinkin smoking buddys, and making new ones...

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well damn man, i lost touch of my dad at about exactly the same age, except mine just disappeared in dust...literally.

anyway, even though i did not have a dad for most of my life, im sure having a dad that made your life a hell to inhabit would be rough for sure. im fucking glad things are going on an up side for you though. things are going the same way over here, so lets keep up the peace :)

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Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho

nah dude wouldn't realy make me feel better, i've told it too many times... i mean if you wanted to hear it, iw ouldnt' mind typing it out, but otherwise, i'd just rather not bother with it, if youc an understand that... lol

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lol man for sure. hahah, i just though you really felt like spilling it out, just got a dramatic impression sorry dogg ;)
*cough* fflakin internet sometimes ;)

anyway man, its all good no need to worry about that ruight now anyway right?!
its fucking xmas night, lets find some entertaining shit to do :pimp:

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Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.

lol man for sure. hahah, i just though you really felt like spilling it out, just got a dramatic impression sorry dogg ;)
*cough* fflakin internet sometimes ;)

anyway man, its all good no need to worry about that ruight now anyway right?!
its fucking xmas night, lets find some entertaining shit to do :pimp:

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nah dude, i get my feelings out through poetry, call me a faggot, like most have, if you must, but it works nonetheless... spilling it out ain't my thing anymore, my story has caused pain/misery for so many, they won't admit it, but i can see it on their face..... i have a sad story indeed..... was just saying if you were truley intrested in what made me the man i am, and what made my life 'suck' so bad, i woudlnt' mind repeating it all, and yeah it's christmas, i got my woman, my son and skink has his kitty back... joyous enough! why spoil it?

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Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho

nah dude, i get my feelings out through poetry, call me a faggot, like most have, if you must, but it works nonetheless... spilling it out ain't my thing anymore, my story has caused pain/misery for so many, they won't admit it, but i can see it on their face..... i have a sad story indeed..... was just saying if you were truley intrested in what made me the man i am, and what made my life 'suck' so bad, i woudlnt' mind repeating it all, and yeah it's christmas, i got my woman, my son and skink has his kitty back... joyous enough! why spoil it?

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well i write raps/poems all the time and make beats and get really into it and all that shit...if writing poems makes you a faggot i dunno what the fuck that makes me...a faggot that really inot it? oh shit fuck that thought!! lol

anyway, keep on writing poemsm an, its an awesome way to let shit out, definitely. no need to whine to people around oneself's, that just creates a weird attention needing vibe and yea, no good. thats why art is so frigginly awesome. its underground to one's personality...it comes from the core and most people keep it completely unknown to most. some go all out with it in the public and get lost in the fame and money, and sell-out. haha jk not all ;)

on a third funky note, i personally say blast that stoty man. i think it would be hella interesting. im a youngin and always down to learn from others ya know. just my 2 cent, but no pressure dogg! :)

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Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho

my wife: heh! she said your mom can go jump in a lake! i love her!

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:thumbsup: :D

ok, well if you really wanna know..... i'll keep it short, i know i sure as hell don't like to hear/read alot of extra details... so here it goes.... if anything you wanna know more about ask, and i'lll gladly go into more detail...

i grew up without either parent in my life.... my grandparents (technicallly it's my real gradman, and step grandpa, but he treated me more like a grandson then either of my REAL grandpa's ever did) have, and always have had custody of me. my mom and dad always wanted to go off partying. at birth, my dad was welll over 20, and my mom 15..... she did basicly what my dad wanted her to do, you know how the whole 'older man' thing was, especiallly back then (1985 is my birth year, incase that really matters) so anyways, i grew up without either of them, at one point they tried to take back 'responsibility' and took me 4 hours away (drive) to austin texas, which didn't work, my grandma was severely depressed (if there was ever a candidate for a 'momma's boy' or vice versa, it was me and my grandma, we were closer then anything you'll EVER find, me and my grandpa were that way, but you'll find out what happened a little later on) and so my parents 'didn't know what to do with me, or my grandma' they told my grandparents to come pick me up.... and they did. from that point on, i lived nonstop with my grandparents and THEY WERE my parents, the only diffrence between them and my parents, is the extra letters it takes to spell grandparents, over parents.

i grew up pretty normal, your average kid, i had a few friends, i had my bad ones, that would get me in trouble, and i had my 'good' ones, that if anything, i was giving THEM bad ideas, and getting THEM in trouble...., fast forward quite a few years, eventually i got locked up (this part i leave blank, and i will never fill in, the only people that need to know are my grandparents, me and my wife, and that's how it will stay) and after many tribulations here i am....


you know what? it doesn't sound that bad unless you experienced it, i mean i dont' want to give a day-by-day basis of what happened to me, cuz that would take forever, so i'll just get down to the things that really bother me.... or have in the past (meaning i got through them)

in no particular order, i was locked up, taken away from everything i ever knew, or loved (very traumatic to me), my wife (althought back then was only my fiance and we fought nearly everyday, still to this day, I, NOTICE I SAID I [that part was more to her, then anyone else lol] still threaten leaving her, or divorcing] i grew up with no real parents, always wondering, why they didn't want me, or what i did wrong. in school i was ALWAYS picked on, bullied, even by the entire football team, and of course, the principal could give a half a shit, and i mean beaten, on a daily basis.... and just to the point that it would leave no irreperable <sp???> harm..... but to a point to where i'd be hurting for days, if not weeks.... but no, the 'offfical' in charge couldn't care less (and damnit cuz i know you shadow my posts, and want to question half of what i do/say, ask my grandma, BabySnoookums) i think it's cuz i'm drunk, but nothing sounds as sad right now (i'm a happy drunk lol) there's alot more i'm not telling you, but ijust can't remember it right now.... i know soon as i lay down, i'm going to have more to say on the subject..... but i'm just too drunk (and happy) to think of it alll.... so you know what (lol.. and you better read IT ALL!!!) i'm going to deal with this in the morning when i'm not quite so drunk.

Clothes
Movies"Lots of movies"
dvd/vhs player
19"lcd monitor
250 gig harddrive
more clothes


i think the thread should be... What did you give? not what did you get haha