No excuses, I'm picking Thursday afternoon as my day to update this, however, as a bumbling writer , I'm working 60 hours a week and pushing to get my 4th book done (working title: The Gambler) onto the world of digital books. Since I prefer Amazon's Kindle opposed to physical copies. I wonder how long it will take to get book vending machines going here in the United States. They have a few in Europe...
Going onto the news articles, the donation amount for Karen Klein has passed the $600,000 mark as of Sunday 3am EST. Wow, getting paid that much to take that shit for 10 minutes? I'm jealous as hell, I've been jumped a few times, got the shit beaten out of me when I attended East Detroit High back from 97-99 (later to go to Kellwood Alternative, in which during my 99-00 year, they misspelled Kellwood on my school ID: Kellwodd, dummies!)
A couple of instances is where I got my ass kicked in science class when these wiggers threw gum at me, I threw it back and got this blond-haired guy with a mustache. He later tackled me down while I was on one of stool chairs (forgot what they were called exactly) and beat the shit out of me while attempting to talk like a black man from the ghetto. I got my ass kicked in front of the whole class. Aye, Fast Times at East Detroit High. Just have a movie poster of me getting my ass kicked by white kids who think they are black.
Another instance was just before I was sent out of East Detroit was this guy who was a homophobe, he always called people gay, faggot, queer or any other homophobic remarks you could think off. Me and him were in a science class together (wow, a coincidence) and had often called me faggot. He would never deal with me one on one and sadly, he had pals to help him out. Two confrontations got me pushed down, along with "You Faggot!"
I remember talking to someone on how he regularly does this to select people who made a gay joke or said they were gay with sarcasm. Me and him in the previous grade were in math together, and some guy called me a fag and I sarcastically said, "Yeah I'm a fag." Apparently, he took it seriously.
I would later heard from the grapevine that he was sexually abused by his uncle once, which would suggest he had something to hide. I remember showing up to class with a smile and saying to him, "Hey, I heard you got molested by your uncle."
Walking home later, he and three of his friends got to me and I got the shit kicked out of me. He also said that he would hang me and kill my family while stomping me to the ground. Along with saying that some of my family members were gay, he also knew I had two brothers and he said, "I bet your two brothers fuck each other, fag!"
What a sick sad motherfucker.
Revenge was tried, but with him and his cliché, and due to me being kicked out of East Detroit. I never saw the guy again. And never got revenge.
After my untimely exit out of the U.S. Army, I heard he was thrown in prison for a botched drug deal, included of which, I was also told that he was also beaten by a Detroit gang.
I wish I could get a lot of money for my poor experience at East Detroit High. That will never happen though. But God damn, people getting donations for bullying? I'm not seriously jealous of Karen Klein, I'm glad she's getting paid. Anonymous also posted the address of these kids, they also have received death threats. The one who made a rape comment to her (a 13-year-old boy threating to rape a 68-year-old woman? Yuk.) should have the fucking doctor from The Human Centipede (haven't seen Two yet) come by to his house and staple his mouth onto a convicted child molester while serving in the pen. What a sickass.
And speaking of child molesters:
We're getting to sick and shocking here in A Walk To Aquarius.
On the local front, since I'm based in Clinton Township, Michigan. I previously lived in the middle of nowhere in Oakland Township, Michigan with my uncle and aunt (whom of which I have a crappy relationship with now, I'm a bad nephew). Two towns south in Rochester Hills (nice town and good downtown area, crappy drivers) is where a 2013 Dodge Dart driven by a joyriding 16-year-old smashed into a house.
I'd be fucking pissed if I was at home and then a fucking car drives into my living room. Hell, what if you were the parent who owned the car? You get your new car and your son smashes it into someones house. The poor owner is going to pay up big time (Rochester Hills does have some wealthy people), but can't you just fucking imagine that after all your hard work and finally getting a nice house or condo in a beautiful area, then your kid takes your new car (you worked so hard for) and totals the motherfucker into someones house? Next to basically losing everything? It's sad to think about it, but it could happen and it does happen.
Here it is.
Well, for anyone who is in high school and is reading this hunk of shit blog posting I put up, this quote is for you:
"That pain in your stomach, that pain in your heart, it goes away. That voice in your head thats saying there's no way out, it's wrong. Would you please, please just believe me. It gets better."
-Craig Sheffer as Keith Scott in One Tree Hill
