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And now for a life story.
Right. so I was born on 6/17/92, and I really hated my young life. partially because my mom wasn't there for half of it. Greg Kmit, my stepfather at the time (who names their kid Kmit I'll never know...) so I was born Sam L. Kmit. now Greg was a d**k. he ad no life except making mine miserable. and my mom's. especially after I fell down the steps (age unknown) in my walker. my mom divorced him. good riddance.
I was finally exposed to secondhand smoke once I met Robert, my mom's next boyfriend. now at this time Robert lived downstairs. my mom decided to waltz her way downstairs... WITH THE OVEN ON. Now I'm around three at the time, so I had no idea what a fire is or what it could do. Now when it first begins, I've got no problems with it. I sit there, watching Bugs Bunny and Yosimite Sam. then it got scary. the stovetop caught on fire, and I start worrying. I call down the steps, but all I hear is blaring music. great. time for plan B. I walk down the steps and literally hit mom over the head. she yells at me and I say I need her. she says bring it downstairs. oo-kay. I walk back upstairs, and for five more minutes, mom still ain't up. I walk down again. now for a dramatization.
"MOM GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE SOMETHINGS GOING ON i NEED YOUR FAT LARD UP HERE NOW YOU FREAKING DEAF PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Note: this was purely a dramatization. I only used the first six words in reality.)
anywho, she FINALLY comes up, and screams. and I quote (this is too stupid to make up):
"Sam! why didn't you say something?"
-.-*
So after that incident, sometime later, my mom decides to commit suicide. she gives me to my grandparents and attempts it.
GREAT ******** MOVE, GENIUS. YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT ONE THROUGH.
two years pass before my mom gets it through her ******** skull that I'm still only five, and I still need her.
WELL DONE, a*****e. YOU FORGOT YOUR SON.
My grandparents weren't that bad. My granpa was the best guy in the world. I went about my life as normal, and grandpa was the best friend I had.
just too bad he died.
second grade when it happened. mom took me out of school early, and I wonder what about. she hugs me quick and says it in one breath.
"Sam, grampy's dead."
O.O
you've got to be ******** kidding me.
crying crying crying crying
so seven years old was when I became mentally idiotic. I lost all interest in everything and anything from that point til the end of that year.
of course that's when my sister comes... I think.
Anyway, I meet a guy named Brent. really great guy. my mom's boyfriend. and a drunk.
(*GAWK*)
get over it.
no I didn't like him cuz he drank a bit much... okay, way TOO much, rather, it was when he was sober. great guy. other than the fact he smoked.
(*GAWK*)
*bonk* STFU I'm telling a story!!!
Drunk smoker. but good otherwise. gave birth to my sister. a sin I'll never forgive him for. lol.
mom divorced him becuz he was too drunk.
REALLY SMART THERE.
At this point I'm a self proclaimed swordsman. cant pick it up for crap, but it's a good start. My mom gets together with a guy named Jim. Floyd really. but we call him Jim.
really great guy. until you figure in he's a (edit)REALLY BAD MAN!!!!!!(/edit)
(*SUPERGAWKZILLA* WTF STFU KANT B)
Let him out again... *gutpunch* SHADDUP
(OUCHIEZ DAT HURTED)
*gutpunch* SHADDUP!!!
Anyway, Jim gets his sentence of no more than ten days. what a ******** load. joint custody of my brother is given between mom and Jim.
then she meets a guy named Troy. current stepfather.
(OMGZ WHUT A HORE)
FALCON PUNCH *punches hard* STFU b*****d!!!!!!!
...even tho you're right. but still. let's get rational for a second. Troy (dad) is a good guy. a little challenged, but good.
so now I have yet another sibling, Torin. fat little thing. cute though.
HAHAHA YOU DIDN'T THINK I DID CUTE DID YOU
I do. nooooooooobziez
enough for now. I've exposed weaknesses throughout this. if you're an enemy, use it. maybve I'll die.
just kidding, love. Fire's is my frieeeeeeendz.
 DG Gunslinger · Fri Mar 14, 2008 @ 11:48pm · 1 Comments |
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