first off... what the hell!? ok third day in a row where im on the freeway and an amublence comes screaming by with the lights and sirens goin. i guess today is good friday...
ok.. so lets see.. i've been pondering this indestructable trav thing... seems to me, that everything not inherent or instilled by my parent or my personal experiences at an early stage in my life is due to my sister, either good or bad.. i was kind of sheltered because i always had someone to turn to if need be.. but this person, my sister, also did a wonderful job at being the generic older sibling...
plus, shes a girl... so that also enables special rites. what i'm saying, is whenever we had our little squabbles, no matter who started it, my sister would always whine about it... for some reason or another i never thought of doing that. so i'd usually always be the one getting in trouble, and besides, you dont hit girls... so most of the time, unless duely provoked, i'd take whatever she did, or i'd get back at her at the right times. this continued for years up until i was finally a big taller and much stronger than her, and easily did back breakers and DDTs on her ass.
but also in growing up, i sort of hid in her shadow, hung out with her... so my first best friend was a chic, and through elementary school with exception of my bestest friend, all my acquaintences/friends were chix.. and although i didnt play with dolls and shit, when i hung out, i did their kinda thing.. like when the guys were off playing kickball, id be on the bars doing flips and shit (probably partially explaining my inclination to crazy tricks and shit).
so with that submissive behavior, people decide that its really easy to pick on you.. which it is... for instance.. third grade...
i've heard that it takes only 30 lbs of pressure or so to rip off the human ear.. to this, i say BULLSHIT! third grade, i was successfully picked up, off the ground by fucking jeff thorne, this guy who was in the same grade, but like a foot taller.. that hurt like a bitch, but i still got ears, dont i? the teacher gave me permission to hit him back.. but i only weakly punched him in the stomach. thats another thing.. being small everyone wants you to be the guinea pig for everything... oh.. we can throw you over the wall to get the ball, or oh, lets tie him up by his feet and hang him from this tree here...
so i guess years of being bullied, even if i allowed it or didnt care has brought me to the state that i am now... shit. in physics senior year, i was shankers punching bag.. although a few times he did get me riled up enough to where i'd pound his ass back... this continued the whole quarter, enough so that dan even created a game about us.. ask him about it.
so along with all that shit, comes my affinity toward wrestling.. but that will have to be another time, since these damn posts seem to always be ass long, and who reads mine anyway? oh, manuel... thanx for the support!
hope ya'll have a good good friday, and a happy easter or passover... i'll be working all fucking weekend, but i dont really mind on sunday, because i'll be getting double time, which means that i'll be getting more dollars an hour than you are years old!! ever think you'd hear about somebody bragging that they work at fred meyer? ... me neither.
audi.
ok.. so lets see.. i've been pondering this indestructable trav thing... seems to me, that everything not inherent or instilled by my parent or my personal experiences at an early stage in my life is due to my sister, either good or bad.. i was kind of sheltered because i always had someone to turn to if need be.. but this person, my sister, also did a wonderful job at being the generic older sibling...
plus, shes a girl... so that also enables special rites. what i'm saying, is whenever we had our little squabbles, no matter who started it, my sister would always whine about it... for some reason or another i never thought of doing that. so i'd usually always be the one getting in trouble, and besides, you dont hit girls... so most of the time, unless duely provoked, i'd take whatever she did, or i'd get back at her at the right times. this continued for years up until i was finally a big taller and much stronger than her, and easily did back breakers and DDTs on her ass.
but also in growing up, i sort of hid in her shadow, hung out with her... so my first best friend was a chic, and through elementary school with exception of my bestest friend, all my acquaintences/friends were chix.. and although i didnt play with dolls and shit, when i hung out, i did their kinda thing.. like when the guys were off playing kickball, id be on the bars doing flips and shit (probably partially explaining my inclination to crazy tricks and shit).
so with that submissive behavior, people decide that its really easy to pick on you.. which it is... for instance.. third grade...
i've heard that it takes only 30 lbs of pressure or so to rip off the human ear.. to this, i say BULLSHIT! third grade, i was successfully picked up, off the ground by fucking jeff thorne, this guy who was in the same grade, but like a foot taller.. that hurt like a bitch, but i still got ears, dont i? the teacher gave me permission to hit him back.. but i only weakly punched him in the stomach. thats another thing.. being small everyone wants you to be the guinea pig for everything... oh.. we can throw you over the wall to get the ball, or oh, lets tie him up by his feet and hang him from this tree here...
so i guess years of being bullied, even if i allowed it or didnt care has brought me to the state that i am now... shit. in physics senior year, i was shankers punching bag.. although a few times he did get me riled up enough to where i'd pound his ass back... this continued the whole quarter, enough so that dan even created a game about us.. ask him about it.
so along with all that shit, comes my affinity toward wrestling.. but that will have to be another time, since these damn posts seem to always be ass long, and who reads mine anyway? oh, manuel... thanx for the support!
hope ya'll have a good good friday, and a happy easter or passover... i'll be working all fucking weekend, but i dont really mind on sunday, because i'll be getting double time, which means that i'll be getting more dollars an hour than you are years old!! ever think you'd hear about somebody bragging that they work at fred meyer? ... me neither.
audi.
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