IL Ruffino
20-05-2007, 05:51
Hello, boring people of NSG. Here I sit sobering up from my drinking binge that sadly ended before I passed out. I wonder what you, my constituents, my sex slaves, really know about my life. I shall tell you the story of my life, how my childhood was, how I dealt with everyday situations, and the first love I ever experienced. But wait, there's a catch! I will also make some "facts" up about my life, and I challenge you to find fiction from the non-fiction.
If you don't feel like reading, or want to keep the topic going, write a story about your life, but don't forget to make some of it up.
Bold what you believe is truth, colour what you feel is false.
About 20 years ago, I was born on Easter morning at one of London's finest hospitals. My mother, only 23 at the time, decided to name me John, after my father.
At the age of 6 we moved to the states and settled in PA after living with my grandmother in Maine for a few months. I attended school at St. Vincent's Academy until the age of 12, at which point I decided that public school was better for me.
Around the age of 13, at which point I became curious of alcohol, decided to sneak into the liquor cabinet and sample all the different whiskeys, skotches, and wines we had. I fell in love with a bottle of 100 proof whiskey one night, and after eating half a tub of sugar cookie dough and mixing "Cold Toddys" for myself, I passed out in my bed, only to awake the next day and begin to vomit everywhere. Half digested whiskey scented cookie dough went all over my bed. I spent the rest of the day puking in the toilet.
By the age of 14 my attendance in school was really bad, and my math grade was horrible. My school had wanted me to go to summer school, but I refused to attend. They then offered me a choice to take part in a new program they had set up at school. "Alt. Ed." as we called it, was made up of about 10 students who were behaviour problems in classes, who were forced to join this group. We would come to school each day and learn by ourselves using packets, then take quizes on what we had studied. Every student slacked off, but did well on these quizes because the answers were on the next page.
For the first week or two, I had stayed to myself. I wasn't feeling like associating with these bad people. Then I gave in, and became friends with them. One girl later told me she thought I was stuck-up at first. That girl had become my best friend. I'm not much of a talker, but she could talk and talk and talk all day about anything. She started dating a classmate's brother later on. He was an abusive asshole, but she still wanted to be with him, until they broke up a few months later. But she still wanted him, and so they started going out and breaking up and going out and breaking up and going out again. This is the main reason why I lost interest in being friends with her. She would always tell me "I think I'm going to break up with Matt.." The same old shit, all the time. She never listened to any of us.
Another girl in our class, a complete burn out at the age of 12. She's the one that got me interested in drugs, and got me high for the first time.
Later on, I became more interested in acceptance, not of who I hung out with, but who I admired. At a party one night in the middle of no where, with half of the entire 10th grade surrounding me, I began drinking heavily. I was later found by my mother in a ditch with alcohol poisoning. Outraged by this, she called the cops and had the party busted. On Tuesday, when I went back to school, nobody would talk to me.
I transfered to another school to avoid the abuse I recieved at the prior school. Not fitting in, I kept to myself and started drinking as soon as I had gotten home. Since then I have cut down on my drinking but still keep to myself.
I don't have many friends, but the ones I do have, only use me to get alcohol.
If you don't feel like reading, or want to keep the topic going, write a story about your life, but don't forget to make some of it up.
Bold what you believe is truth, colour what you feel is false.
About 20 years ago, I was born on Easter morning at one of London's finest hospitals. My mother, only 23 at the time, decided to name me John, after my father.
At the age of 6 we moved to the states and settled in PA after living with my grandmother in Maine for a few months. I attended school at St. Vincent's Academy until the age of 12, at which point I decided that public school was better for me.
Around the age of 13, at which point I became curious of alcohol, decided to sneak into the liquor cabinet and sample all the different whiskeys, skotches, and wines we had. I fell in love with a bottle of 100 proof whiskey one night, and after eating half a tub of sugar cookie dough and mixing "Cold Toddys" for myself, I passed out in my bed, only to awake the next day and begin to vomit everywhere. Half digested whiskey scented cookie dough went all over my bed. I spent the rest of the day puking in the toilet.
By the age of 14 my attendance in school was really bad, and my math grade was horrible. My school had wanted me to go to summer school, but I refused to attend. They then offered me a choice to take part in a new program they had set up at school. "Alt. Ed." as we called it, was made up of about 10 students who were behaviour problems in classes, who were forced to join this group. We would come to school each day and learn by ourselves using packets, then take quizes on what we had studied. Every student slacked off, but did well on these quizes because the answers were on the next page.
For the first week or two, I had stayed to myself. I wasn't feeling like associating with these bad people. Then I gave in, and became friends with them. One girl later told me she thought I was stuck-up at first. That girl had become my best friend. I'm not much of a talker, but she could talk and talk and talk all day about anything. She started dating a classmate's brother later on. He was an abusive asshole, but she still wanted to be with him, until they broke up a few months later. But she still wanted him, and so they started going out and breaking up and going out and breaking up and going out again. This is the main reason why I lost interest in being friends with her. She would always tell me "I think I'm going to break up with Matt.." The same old shit, all the time. She never listened to any of us.
Another girl in our class, a complete burn out at the age of 12. She's the one that got me interested in drugs, and got me high for the first time.
Later on, I became more interested in acceptance, not of who I hung out with, but who I admired. At a party one night in the middle of no where, with half of the entire 10th grade surrounding me, I began drinking heavily. I was later found by my mother in a ditch with alcohol poisoning. Outraged by this, she called the cops and had the party busted. On Tuesday, when I went back to school, nobody would talk to me.
I transfered to another school to avoid the abuse I recieved at the prior school. Not fitting in, I kept to myself and started drinking as soon as I had gotten home. Since then I have cut down on my drinking but still keep to myself.
I don't have many friends, but the ones I do have, only use me to get alcohol.