Ok, now see for my entire life there has been drama. When I was born, my dad's family downplayed not liking my mom. When I was barely walking, older relatives that my brothers got along with and I was close to moved away. When I was 4, a kid who taught me to be proud of myself died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. When I was 6 one of my grandparents and one of my brothers' grandparents died that kinda traumatized me. It's kinda hard to learn that people don't visit anymore because they can't. When I was 7 my dad's father developed alzheimers after suffering a stroke and I got in trouble at school for kissing girls to the extent that overly-possessive parents wanted to say it was sexual harassment. Not to mention kids all over were out to get me because of some political crap involving my parents. When I was 8, I learned that someone my relatives invited over to visit my grandparents had a rap sheet for touching kids and it made me paranoid. When I was 9, my older bro slapped me around anytime I didn't "respect" him and I got suspended the first of many times at school. When I was 11, I was sent to the principal's office often for reacting to people provoking me. I got suspended for defending myself against a teacher who was telling me I wasn't wanted in her classroom and later for stupid stuff to make an excuse for the school shrink's job. Then a bitch who wanted my dad's business tried to sexually harass me by flashing herself but I turned it back on her embarassingly by casually sitting on the floor. It didn't hurt that there was nothing the owner (who backstabbed my dad and relatives) could do having been arrested for peeping. Then I went to school with wealthy children and had no problems all year long. Until a troublemaker who was friends with relatives of radicals and kissed cop butt single-handedly started in on the same shit that kids at the other school had. Luckily I was never suspended out of school but it still sucked considering how good I was doing. Then my dad's parents who had raised me since birth died within a week of each other and I still get nervous thinking about it. Then I started jr. high and despite taking a pacifist approach, still was provoked and had to help someone stay out of trouble that I'm sure my mom would testify shouldn't have been involved in the first place. Then a dear friend of my brother and myself died and once again I was traumatized bc this friend was cool with my dad also. The next year a few kids played like they were my friends and ended up not listening to me. All their friends tried to start trouble with me in class (again). Then a fat kid I was nice to turned on me and tried to start shit in science class and punched me in the stomach as I laughed. Then a bad influence on said kid I helped out year before showed his ass trying to fight me in front of a crowd and not letting me up to fight back. Then I stopped two guys from double-teaming my good friend and one of the guys fell on his ass when he saw me coming and begged me not to list him in being involved. I said I would if he treated his gf (that everyone knew I liked) good and remembered I coulda had him. Then I was nearly arrested for the bitch who wanted my dad's business starting up again, thinking she had an ally in another co-worker that touched my leg and then acted like I was the one being flirty. Then I got in a fight outside a supermarket with some arab over me liking the band KISS and met my best friend who appeared out of nowhere to look out for me. Then I tried to save a friend from a bad relationship but she didn't listen and got abused sexually by an asshole I said to beware of. Late freshman year I broke both of my arms and nearly my neck. Luckily though, I had good friends to look after me. Since then however, I've had conversations with friends I met afterwards and between me and at least one other dude we seem to think we've been living on borrowed time. No shit, right? Well after I was "damaged goods" it wasn't long before people tried to run off my dad again and even sunk so low as to cause dissention and a seperation in my parents' marriage. Well, my friends didn't put up with that and after themselves being approached and talked shit to, reinforcements from sacramento appeared and someone among us took up a job working for the school. So I applied myself in school at that point and nobody said boo... until April 1999. My high school was the next closest community-wise to columbine high. Any coincidence that this happened not long after the staff at my high school was backed in a corner by cooperative parents and adult school who all attested to my superb attendance and studious studying habits even while attending 9 classes at the high school? Well, since I stayed back a year all the kids who were older that bothered me moved on down to where their "cool dads" (that my mom defeated) lived... the greater Los Angeles area. Nowadays, you're seeing all these pop stars talking stupid shit and acting just like the jerks I beat. I wonder if my being studious at the junior college studying film writing has anything to do with the current strike going on. Is that so people like the ones I ran off before can be in the seats of studio heads and think they have all the authority? Yeah and AOL.com is still the hottest ticket in web browser land. LMFAO! According to my calculations, that'd make you the scab and not me. Correct?