I was born in America... My mother is 50% Japanese, my father is a mixture of gay asshole...
So I am logically the most awesome person you will ever or never know.
My childhood was the worse. My parents were very abusive to me, but not to my older brother or sister. Not a day went by that I didnt try to poison myself or grow enough balls to kill myself physically. I hated my life. I blamed everyone else for it. I mostly blamed god though. I was very religious and I had no one else to point the finger at, at that time of my life. Why would GOD put someone in the situation he has laid me in.
As a kid, my interest was reading and taking electronic apart and seeing if I could build something else with them. Of course, I got in major trouble for taking my toys apart and loss all toy privileges, I was not allowed to watch TV or eat with the family, when I was allowed to eat.
School was the most awesome place in the world for me. I loved going to school, it gave me more freedom than I had ever had. I had no trouble making friends. Of course the looked at me weird when I asked them how bad their parents beat them. In my head, everyone parent beat the shit out of them.
When I was in third grade, my mother decided to go back to college. A very pointless endeavor on here behalf, she never got a better job, her job was good enough. So when she went to take her SAT's, she had me take them too. Of course I scored higher than her and she was very embarrassed. Needless to say her and my father beat the shit out of me. I spent the next few day in the hospital. I told the doctors and nurses that my parents were abusive but they thought I was joking. So I went home and continued living my dreaded life. I was always dreaming of being taken away but when CPS finally got involved, my parents would play it off and send my to someone house while they talked to the workers....
At the age of 12, I ran away from home. The first couple of days were very rough. Not knowing people in the real word and not knowing how I was going to eat. I cared not if I died out there. My parents always told me I would not live to be the age of 18 so I didnt have much to live for or much time left anywho. I remember the first night. I slept downtown under an overpass. I really didnt sleep. I just laid low until the sun was up and I knew curfew was off. I eventually made friends at a local arcade 'Pandemonium'. This place was like heaven to me. I was able talk to people, make friends and be a little more known than I was prior to being here.
The arcade had a little caged in pit area outside for smokers, this became my new home. I slept out there a lot during my homeless years. I was use to waking up, and there being people sitting around me talking and joking. Everyone knew who I was. Just the local homeless kid. I would wake up. sometime people would have food waiting for me, sometime no food. But there was never a shortage of cigarettes. I was eventually kicked out of the arcade by a guy who just didnt like me because he refused to believe anyone would let a 12 year old be homeless. So I had to find a new spot for a while. Conveniently enough, a new hangout spot for teen was opening up that same night, plus there were having an all nighter as the grand opening. My friends convinced the owners to let me stay that night. While I was there that night I talked with the owners, they gave me a job to look over the place and gave me keys so I could sleep in there at night. Later on I met my first love, we spent the whole all nighter making out and getting to 2nd base lol. She wasnt ready for much else at that point.
The teen center was ran to the ground though. There was a lot of bad seeds in the bunch out there. People were taking advantage of the place and the owners could not keep it open. When this place closed, I really had no where to go. I was often seen at Pandamonium. I was often seen getting kicked out of there lol. I always hung around the property though. My friends were always there. One day I was walking by the front door, and the one who kicked me out stopped me. I was allowed back in, and they gave me a job because they all knew at this point i needed it and money. This is where i first began playing counter strike. When I started working there, there was a LAN room in there, I began having all nighters every night. I lived in front of the Alienware computer. My buddy and I were literally both in the top 5 players in the world for weeks at a time. I think we were at competition with each other. We never feel below the top 10. Our clan was PNSF.... but of course, I was a clan hopper. I left for the next best thing. then I just gave up on other peoples clans and started a few of my own. SUF JMP.. were my best 2. SUF stood for Shut Up Faggot.... and JMP was japan made porn...
Eventually this place was also ran into the ground. People always coming in to hang out but not to spend any money. Business' cannot survive this way. Pandamonium was shut down. PandaLan was open weeks later. The owner said he still wanted to keep us around because we did pay to play at time and the lan room was the only thing that made money at that point anyway. At this point of my life, I was roughly 16 and I had a friend that had convinced his parents to let me stay there. Of course, me living on the streets for 5 years at this point didnt trust people that much. I knew had a place to stay but i was also ready to loose it any day. So I began stealing money and saving it. I know now it was wrong and I had a great thing going. But I was in my survival of the fittest mode and I was only worried about me at that point. I regret doing that everyday of my life. But we all make mistakes, hopefully we all LEARN from these and better ourselves. So I was kicked out of his house.
I am down writing for now. There will be part 2 coming soon...
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