Child Psychi Molesting
When I was about nine or ten years old my grandfather who was a Navy pilot died. I remmeber being pulled out of class in elementary school and talking to someone who I think was my principle or teacher and my father in an outdoor hallway. Next thing I know the lady knelt down while I cryed uncontrrolably on her shoulder. From that day forward it seemed as if I walked pass the gates of Hell without even knowing. It took most of my natural life to put it all togethor but from stories made purely by character it would seem as though my grandfather invested a good sum of money into me. When he passed on my family moved from Gretna, Louisiana which was a place I have always loved to one location and another finally arriving in Galveston, Tx. {10 year old boy - Grandfather = Parent$} Ever sence then I've had to fight to keep what little remains of my psychi from my family. Wether they bring me into isolation and start leading me in a completely opposite direction than I was going in for thier own humor or amusment. Mostly just out of pure benefit. My father eventually built a big house with my mother's father's money, which was great except as a young adult I didn't know how to take advantage of it espescially living out in a summer vacation home area where there were few people my age. My father was an artist and a carpenter. Apparently he believed that skill and a high tolerance to deprivation was all a son needs. No other guidance what so ever. Aside from doing chores around the shop for him I was on my own. No advice, no communication, and no discipline except for fear. Fear and respect of him was always key. No matter how blatently he manipulated me in front of my family and friends for his own success I was never fully aware. To this day my family has had me so mixed up you could almost convince me I'm either retarded, homosexual, insane, or a bastard that never was. Then I was in a motorcycle accident. That's when the shit hit the fan. Buying a pistol when I could see all of this coming to a climax was the only thing that kept me alive long enough to tell my story before I just dissapeared. Now lets talk about
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