I was a resident of Happy Valley, Oakridge, Tennesee

CORROSIVE! Lethal in small doses.

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 07:49:28 GMT

A lot can happen in the span of a month, no?

It's one of those things you don't really realize until you read someone else's LiveJournal. I was reading a friend's LJ, (Which amazingly she keeps up better than I ever could, or would want to...) and I was stunned at how quickly life can dump shit on your lap, and how well we can smile and ask for another bowlful. Its quite amazing, and she has my complete respect (Something even I don't have for myself!). So, may the blessings of Allah, Jesus, Buddha, the Goddess, and Gaia be with you.

Damn... What the hell is wrong with me? This is LIVEFUCKINGJOURNAL! I have to live up to my goddamn AVATAR!

Well, my month has been pretty special. You know, special like when you find a GIANT DEAD BIRD on the hood of your car in the morning and worry you might get the Avian Flu if you drive the car. That special.

I went to go and visit Faust the few days. I was expecting there to be a lot of people, but apparently I miscalculated.

Here is the progress of my math.

City = People.

Simple. But let us not forget that this IS a college campus.

City + College = Quite a few people, but still tolerable.

Here is where it gets TRICKY. Tricky as in trying to give YOURSELF a REACH AROUND (That s reaching around your back, all the way around and beating your meat.) Apparently, there was a MAJOR football game going on that weekend, and parents, fans, children, fat people, drug addicts, really fat people, gargoyles, homeless people, nuns, and really fat homeless nuns with herds of children who were addicted to crack/cocaine and loved to throw people down flights of stairs were pouring into the city from all over this god-forsaken country.

So the math goes as such:

City + College + Crazy-ass Football Fans = I get raped 6 times going to the pizza shop, and 8 more times coming back.

Not to say I didn't have a good time. I had a mother fucking blast being with Faust... and I would give anything to do it again. Even Ju-Jitsu. I got my ass whooped in that, BRUTALLY. But it would not be the first time I made a fool of myself in front of her.

Sleeping was an entirely different story. Apparently, her most comfortable position would be on her side with her elbow in my lung. And she wasn't nice about it, either. I think she killed me a few times... I'd wake up and think "Damn, if she is this bad-ass while she is asleep, I wouldn't want to piss her off while she is awake..." But I enjoyed every minute of it. And apparently the next night I fought back and tried to throw her out of the bed.

We went around the town and tried a whole bunch of places she never got a chance to try. She even got me to try this "Boba Tea". What it is: Slimy brown-purple gummy balls that sneak up your straw and scare the hell out of you, because you can never tell when you have sucked up one, in tea. But the basic rule of thumb is you have anywhere from 1 to 58 billion hiding in your straw at any moment. I made the mistake of comparing them to frog eggs (which taste better), and she got mad at me for ruining her favorite food...drink...thing. Oh well.

(Faust: If you are reading this, I'm sorry Hunnybunny...)

I don't want to get my ass kicked in my sleep again.

Soon afterward, I was employed (lobotomized) by the Mart of Wal. Its as tragic as it sounds.

The day starts out as such:

A very cult like ritualistic meeting in the front of the store. This is a Mandatory Volunteer Meeting, where everybody stands around a pavilion and listen to people talk. I swear to the Gods, 70% of people who work in the store have Down Syndrome, or at least look like it. We stand there and fuck around until some dumb-ass manager decides to hop on stage. We then have to do a chant involving shouting, stomping, and clapping, 2 out of 3 things I try desperately to avoid. Then they tell us how great we are doing, bitch at us for not doing as well as they want, then tell us how great we are doing again. Then they force us to do this "Cheer", something I feel like impaling myself on my box-cutter after doing.

Life is pretty exciting after that. We stand around some more until we decide we need to move a television or something. Then we actually get to do shit. Like haul a 200 pound 3 billion dollar 60 inch television up onto a small flimsy rack 9 feet in the goddamn air. By hand. You know its a party then.

Then, I eat lunch. By myself. Playing chess in ones head isn't too difficult if you practice, and maybe take notes.

Then I do more shit. Then I go home. Sleep. Wake Up. Go to work. The same thing over and over and over.

And anyone who knows me will agree, I'm not one for the whole "Work Breed and Die" life.

Maybe I will die before I work too much, but after I breed. If only if only.

A few nights ago, I spent an evening in the company of my mother Sharon and the rest of my adoptive family. I got my car towed because they told me they don't tow cars on the weekend where they live. So I have already spent my check on that and shit like that.

I also want to go to the doctor because I found a rather large lump on my neck that I think may be cancerous. Don't worry though. It might just be a lymph node that is swollen or something.

But, looking over this month, I have changed drastically from the suicidal boy of 14 to the psychotic boy-trapped-in-a-man's-body of whatever age I have survived until. I am doing a hell of a lot better than before, countering depression with humor and keeping myself entertained constantly. I'm still a weak willed individual, but I am doing a lot better than I once was. I no longer dwell in constant fear of others or myself. Ill go into this more in my next installment, for I have spent nearly 4 hours writing this and I am now fighting back waves of sleep, nausea, and fear.

NO CASH VALUE

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 03:26:55 GMT

I sit here, once again, another sleepless night for me. Its been almost 4 months now, and I still don't have a job... And I'm feeling really depressed about it. I've been doing odd jobs around here to help pay my insurance, and I'm almost done paying it. But whatever bits of spending money I get goes to buying gasoline, which I use to look for a job, and run errands. I have no motivation, I have no close friends, nothing. Hmm... I'm getting to the point where Ill do almost anything to get a job. Maybe it will return my motivation.

Anyways, enough of the pity patrol, its time for my ranting... Which I hasn't been doing for a while. But, hey, At least I'm still more consistent than 2 the ranting gryphon.

Eh... Ive got nothing. Maybe next time.

I am quite an ugly sight when I am crying.

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 06:36:40 GMT

We lost a key member of the OWT so far... Off to college with her. While I am still here, to fight in the great war. The remaining OWT has suffered a great blow, hopefully not fatal. We still have Me, Faust, Kenneh, Psycho, Nemo, and Ishin. Faust will be leaving in a week or so, so basically, our numbers are waning. I need to make some new friends, get some new recruits, etc.

Oh yeah, Now, officially, for one time only, super special savings, Me and Faust are an "Item". Yup, I have a girlfriend again, which makes me happy as all hell. But since she (and all the rest of my really good friends) is going to college soon, I only have a limited time with her. And we can't kiss without cracking up. Its very tragic that I am that bad at kissing. Oh well.

The cigarettes were running out, and we were coming down.

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 03:45:13 GMT

Name: James Arlentine

Level 5 Martyr
HP: 2/5
Intelligence: Lacking.
Empathy: Much to be desired.
Dexterity: WTF dexterity?
Current Emotion: Weary

+7 Levitation Points
+2 Spine Points

Skills I wish I possesed:
Life.
Fire building.
Ability to do things.

Actual skills possessed:
Mediocre DDR skills.
Ability to spend vast amounts of money I don't have.
Human Meat-shield.

I haven't updated because you all aren't important enough. I have been quite busy. I have been searching for a job, I went camping, mass amounts of partying before everyone except for me goes to college, and shit like that. I am quite tired, not sleepy tired, but more like worn out tired. I haven't been able to sleep well for the last week. I have been existing in this paradox dimension of Dreams and Reality. I'm on the borderline of sleeping and waking, constantly unsure of what I am seeing. I have seen bugs crawling around, or on me, only to have them disappear instantly. I have the ConDrop Syndrome. ( Where it feels as if the earth is falling away from you. Or, as if I were Inuyasha and was commanded to sit.) Things seem to blend into one another. Like boards, or cars, or stuff like that. I'm a bit afraid of driving right now, so I'm stuck at home for a while.

Me and my friend Faustine have been hanging out quite a lot lately. She is quite... I dunno. But being around her yanks at my heartstrings, driving me crazy. I would really like to have something between us, but I'm stuck between a rock and a far place. In less than a month, she will be gone, and I will still be here. I wouldn't want to rob her of the chance to get all she could out of college, including relationships. I am also worried about people taking advantage of her. Anyways, we watched Samurai Champloo and Hellsing one evening, we went to the mall another. While we were up there, we stopped by Ambience (a sex shop) for no real reason. We viewed some very lovely... instruments, and some special birthday cards. Quite scary though. Everything resembled a penis afterwards. We stopped at Borders, and read Japanese slang. (I want to have morning coffee. All the time. Many times.)

Me, Faustine, Zabeth, and Janie decided to go camping. Nobody wanted to drive of course, so I was automatically elected. So, I cleaned out my car of all the shit from Anthrocon and pack everyones shit in my car. We head out, Mapquest in hand, in search of our campsite. Apparently, out of the entire car, NOBODY knows how to read the Fucking directions. But after an hour of circling, we finally found out way to the campsite, and unpacked our shit. Most of us are tired and hungry, but not Zabeth. She wants to go and run around in the woods, taking every deer trail she can find. We finally DRAG her back to the campsite, and try to get a fire started. We fail miserably, until I break out the AXETHROWER. This weapon is easily created by combining a can of Axe or other body spray with an everyday household lighter, producing a bluish plume of fiery death. Our bratwursts were especially manly that night. The next day, Corporate was to show up at the site. We waited until 2:30 for him, and after he arrived, he proceeded to clean us out of food. We went down to the lake after feeding him, and the me and Faustine were the only ones to go in the water, let alone play in the sand. What the hell is the point of going to the beach if we don't go swimming, or at least play in the sand? Anyways, the evening is full of drama I don't feel like touching. The next morning we wake up early to go to Geauga Lake Amusement Park. We are meeting up with people who will get us discount tickets in. We get everything ready to go, and we have a few minutes spare to grab a quick snack. Corp decides, "Hey, Lets eat some real food!" and drags out his huge camping grill and pancake batter. He makes us an hour late to leave, so we go flying down the road, trying to make it on time. Remember how we can't read Mapquest? Well, we haven't contributed any skill points to that. Corp is flying down the wrong roads, so we continue on. He eventually caught up. EVENTUALLY. Anyways, we are in the park and Corp informs us he doesn't ride roller coasters. Why the fuck did we bring him there then?! So we head over to the water park and party it up there for a little while. Then everybody is hungry and tired, and wants to go home. What a good way to waste money. So we head out, pick up some McDonalds, and head home. I almost run out of gas, so I stop and refill my tank, while Corp and everybody leave me and Faust out in the middle of nowhere, completely lost. Well, I shot for the moon, and found a way to Zabeth's house. We dropped our shit off, nobody thanked me for driving, or for getting us into GL cheap. So I take Faust home and help her unload her stuff. She gives me a really long hug, and a kiss that almost made me drop to my knees. I drove home in ecstasy and depression, and rested on the couch for a long while, staring at the ceiling.

My Mother and Father want me to get to get a full time Job, RIGHT NOW. I still have shit to do until September. So I'm putting it off until then. All of my friends are leaving, I will only have limited contact with them for the next FEW YEARS, so I'm pretty depressed about that, and I need a little time to cope.

My Martyr status means that I deal with shit like this quietly. I take any amount of pain for the ones I love. Human meat-shield. Basically all I'm good for.

Free At Last, Free At Last, Thank God Almighty, Free At Last!

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 05:45:38 GMT

So... Since there is only one person reading this thing, I feel slightly at ease writing this.

Today, I was fired from my job. Needless to say, I had a party. Because I am so fucked up in the skull that I can't feel bad like normal people.

I called into work today, claiming I have had a bad allergic reaction to a lye-based cleaner, (My father and I both are allergic to the stuff), and that I would not be able to come into work today. This, of course, was a lie (No pun intended). Bob, the manager, (Why is Bob such a typical asshole manager name?) gets pissed off because I call off of work for medical reasons every so often (Because, being hyooman, things go wrong in my body.) He claims I call off every weekend, when in fact, the last time I called off was over a month ago, because I had dislocated my shoulder (on the job), and I couldn't move my arm. "So I think this is where we part ways," the stupid bastard says to me. "Fuck that shit! It's paycheck day!" I say to myself. So I come up with a plan. A plan to fuck over Bob, the company, and whoever else that pissed me off.

I stroll into the front doors, toothpaste smeared all over my arms and neck. Now, you think to yourself, "What the fuck is wrong with this person? Smearing perfectly good toothpaste on his arms? There are people in the inner city who need it!" Well, fuck you for being retarded. Being all out of Calidryl, a local anti-itch cream, I grabbed something that would smear on thick, be very visible, alarm people nearby, and could easily be washed off. Toothpaste was the perfect substitute for a prescription ointment. So I walk in the door, and who is manning the greeting position but the asshole himself. I walk right up to him, place my toothpaste covered hands onto the podium, and in the most serious voice I said, "I'm here for my paycheck." Well, he took a look at my arms, at me, at my arms again, and kinda looked away, and said "You have to wait... They aren't in yet...". My reply was simply thus: "I'll wait, then."

For the duration of the wait (20 min.), I managed to track down every single employee and a few managers at the company, tell them about my "Terrible Injustice", and convince them how much of an asshole Bob is. I got a few people angry, and a lot of people were sad to see me go. I told them I would be back often to say hi, and maybe hang out. Every time Bobula walked by, nervous that I was going to do something drastic or dangerous, I muttered a low growl. I also managed to scare off a few customers.

I grabbed my check, flicked Boob off and went out into the parking lot. I was tempted to scream out to a crowd of people how the company was robbing them blind, but I decided to just scream at children in the parking lot about how they are going to hell.

I plan on going in there again soon with more toothpaste, saying that it spread, and since I am out of a job, I can't afford to go to the doctor. Really drive that nail into his skull. Just thinking about it makes my balls quiver in anticipation. I have some other ideas, but I will save them as a surprise for you guys. I am a horrible person, I know, but I know how to exact revenge.

What, did you think I was just another ranting asshole?

Prepare for the 2nd Coming.

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 07:20:37 GMT

Yes its true, I am reposting my rants from Myspace to LJ. Just so everyone can read them. So shut your fucking mouths and deal with it.

I wish to be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned.

Already taken? Damn you, Jesus, Chrishna, Sakia, Thamuz, Wittoba, Iao, Hesus, Quexacote, Quirinus, Prometheus, Thulis, Indra, Alcestos, Atys, Crite, Bali, and Mithra! Fine, I'll settle for Pirate, then. Supah sweet.

If your wondering who the hell these people are, get on your lazy asses and google it.

The days of my life keep ticking away, a blur of motion. I bring up stuff that happened a month ago that people barely remember, not realizing that this is old shit. By the way, Do you want to buy a duck?
Nobody who reads this will get that. Which is only one person--- Jordan.

(Stares)
Anyways. On to more pressing matters. Christmalice is on the way, and people want to receive their pay for putting up with my lame ass all year. Guess what I'm getting your sorry asses?

Small unmarked bills.

You heard me right. Instead of having to put forth the pitiful amount of effort to get you a shitty present you'll hate, how's bout I just give you money, so you can feel like the whores you are. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!

(Points Angrily at the empty seats in the audience.)
...you know...

And with the joy and homosexual tendencies tward your fellow man, comes Santa Claus. Saint Nicolas. Satan HIMSELF.

Gaze upon him with the hate of the fallen angel might deserve. For instance: Santa. Mix up his name, It becomes Satan. Names for the devil also include: Saint Nicholas and The Man In Red. He flies around through the power 9 horned beasts. Flip 9 and corelate 9 to its perfect square, 3. What do you get? 666. The sign of the devil. How does he get around the world in one night without some sort of unholy magic power to propel him and his foul carriage? He creeps into peoples houses and consumes carbohydrates to fuel his unholy life force, sustaining the Everlasting Night. He delivers to the worthy of serving in his empire coal, the stone of FIRE. He leaves candies in the most filthy of clothing, the SOCKS. Might as well hang up your used condoms while your at it. Dressed in a thick red suit, a red face. It all just screams "I am the DARK PRINCE, BEELZEBUB, THE TRUE FATHER OF LIES!!!1!2"

(Stares.)

...
If your just tuning in, I was just explaing how I just love BASTARDIZING your childhood icons.

Tomarrow, I might just bitchslap Rainbow Bright, or maybe Captain Crunch, the bastard who produces that sadistic cereal with the razor blades in every bite.

Goddamn Crunchberries.

I painted my turtle black. Does that make him spooky?

I was on a Gothic Forum today for the hell of it. It made me laugh. I was reading through this Christmas thread, and it turns out a lot of gothic children really enjoy Christmas. The thought of some fat goth kid running down his stairs, clad in his bondage pants, Jhonen Vasquez T-shirt, and long ass chain-y gloves leaping down the stairs on Christmas morning, screaming about how Santa Claus came and left him presents kills me. "Look, Ma! Santa left me a train set! And some razor blades!!!" "Oh, and what's this! Another skull candle! Thank you, honey!" "Your welcome, Mom! I love you!"

(Crickets)
Yeah, fuck you, too.

On the topic of Christmalice,(That's its new name, and you shall refer to it as such) Jesus hates all of you for celebrating it. It has nothing to do with ANYTHING Jesus related. December 25 isn't Jesus's birthday, you stupid fucks, and your retarded if you think it is. The Church got bored of having nothing to celebrate, and to drag a city full of people to church in the middle of the fucking winter is a pretty fucking large stunt. They would have to have a good reason to bring them all that way through the goddamn snow. "Fuck this, have you seen how deep the snow is today? We'll just pray twice as hard the next time we go to church." That's when the church got a wonderful idea. An awful idea. A wonderfully awful idea. What better reason than free shit, eh? And to keep from seeming like they were bribing the people to come to church, they throw the whole nativity bullshit in. It's the truth, straight from Jesus himself. He told me, before I blew his zombie ass back to kingdom come with a shotgun. Goddamn zombies.

(Gasps and yells)
Shut up.

He was coming right at me.

And the tree. The symbol of everything Chrismas-y. You can't tell me you see a decorated tree and not think "What the hell? What day is it? I have to get my Christmas shopping done before the holiday rush!"

Boys and girls, I have a question for you.
Are you retarded?
Not just like "Mah Mommeh dwoped meee on mii hed wene Ih wazz a baybee...", but full out bashing your skull against the keyboard because the letters on the keys looked like ants and they scared you?

(Stares)
What in the name of GOD, SATAN, ODIN, and the FLYING SPAGETTI MONSTER are you thinking by bringing 6 ft tree indoors? It seriously sounds like something a Special Ed kid wearing a helmet would do.

"We're gonna decorate a tree. For Jesus."
Guess what? Where Jesus lived, he didn't have any trees! He had cacti. And sand. And Jews. Three things that have nothing to do with snow, two of them even hate it. Your hearts in the right place, but your brain is winning the gold in the Special Olympics.

And if you think I am cynical now, just wait till February. You will pray to any God you can find to get me back into this lovely state of mind I'm in now.

The first thing I thought of before writing this was, "DikDik".

It is the human condition to fear. Men, women, children. We are all afraid. Something animal within us grinds us into submission each and every day.

Every day, while I talk to people in my travels, people have this tendancy to tell me about how they "wish" they could do this, or "wish" they could do that. My friend Rocky was fuming about how much she hated this one guy. She said she wished she could kick him in the testicles.

"So why don't you?"

"I can't."

"Of course you can. Bring the foot back, and SWING. Quite a simple procedure, had it done to me a few times."

"Thats because your a cynical bastard. Anyways, it's not a very acceptable behavior."

"That shouldn't stop you from being ABLE to do it. You should know you have the power to do something, in this case inflict pain, but be able to hold yourself back because YOU want to. You shouldn't not do things because of the way people will react. You have great power, and you also have enough sense to realize you have to use that power responsibly. But giving credit to society for your own efforts is rediculous."

"What? I was in my own little world there for a minute."

"Don't worry about it. Your hair looks nice."

Mind you some words were deleted for the sake of time. Particularly the entire last line of the dialogue. Full of anger and colorful language.

Back to the point. The moral of this story is, do not fear the eye of society, fear and respect the power you posses. You all have the power to bring a new day unto the world, yet at the same time, you can bring utter destruction to the universe.

Wait. I'm usually an evil son of a bitch when I write, huh?

You're all worthless bastards who will accomplish nothing in life. You know why?

Baah bahh baaaah.

(Stares)
Oh, I figured you would understand SHEEP.

(Stares)
You bastards.

Dial-a-saviour, may I help you?

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:03:15 GMT

Something that pissed me off at Anthrocon. The balls some people have you could club a horse to death with, ya know. Okeh, Me, CJ, and Ikkarub are standing on the third floor of the Westin, the hotel we were staying at, being good little furres and waiting to volunteer our time and effort to the cause. Leaning over the edge of the railing, we are looking down into the lobby, commenting on what we see. A fursuiter or two, a few people wearing ears and such, the occasional baffled normal guest, and the like. Sometimes you can just tell which ones are furry, and which aren't, and we were discussing the basics of "Fur-dar". Well, I look down and a guy walks in the door who VAGUELY resembles 2 the Ranting Gryphon. Now, this being my first convention ever, and having only seen two images of 2, I was unsure whether or not this could be the object of many a chuckle. So I mention to my two compatriots "Hey, Is that 2?", since they have been to this convention a few times before, and have met him. Well, as soon as that number came out of my mouth, this fat-assed motherfucker from behind me flies to the railing beside me, almost throwing himself THROUGH the railing, and probably would have taken us with him had we not let go of the railing in shock. He looked down with mouth agape, eyes spastic in search of the man, and muttered, "Who? Where?" Well, I point and say, "Down there, with the hat." His eyes focused on the target, and went lax with disappointment.
"What's wrong with you? Thats not 2!" he spat at me. I looked at him with a small amount of confusion.
"Sorry," I say, "Its my first con, I'm a little confused about people... Im unfamiliar with his face. I'm 2-tarded."
"Damn right you are. 2 wont be arriving till late tonight or tomorrow."
Ikkarub decided to crack a little joke. "Well, I guess we will know when he gets here. We would be able to hear him on the 26th floor."
Instead of taking the joke, he keeps the asshole coming.
"APPARENTLY, you don't know 2. He is usually a quiet person. Blah Blah Blah Blah..."
We gave up and ignored him after that. Turns out, he was a staff member. I have one tiny question to ask... Aren't the staff supposed to make us feel WELCOME, instead of BEING COMPLETE ASSHOLES TO THE VOLUNTEERS?! Who the fuck gives birth to these sad fuckers, who have no life other than making the Newbs feel ashamed for being Newbs? Im so sorry sir, I was born 20 years after you, and couldn't go to Anthrocon as a fetus. I am so ashamed of myself. I should have bitch-slapped my mother at birth and forced her to take me to Anthrocon. I apologize, oh great AC guru.
Ya know what they should do to people like you? They should gas you and your dumbfuck parents like so many Jews. In a perfect world, Vlad the Impaler would still be alive, and he would be HUNTING your retard asses. I am about an inch away from beating the fuck out of your mothers for drinking drain cleaner while they were pregnant, or better yet, your fathers for fucking such ugly sacks of shit in the first place.
I encourage diversity and flavor in this fandom, but people like you make me sad to be a furry. Id rather gun down a bus full of orphans than share ANYTHING (especially the stuff I masturbate to) with you.

I feel it... Encroaching Doom Syndrome.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 05:05:43 GMT

Yup. Its true. I've sunk to subhuman levels and created myself a LJ account. You may proceed to beat me with whatever long, pointed object you see fit. I have no regrets, except maybe making this god forsaken thing. I blame you entirely, Ikkarub.
Anthrocon was last week. My first con evah, and twas amazing. We broke some world records, and a whole bunch of cool shit. I met 2, and Kage. They are pretty cool guys. I roomed with a bunch of cool guys. CJ, Ikkarub, Xal, and Leo. Although every time I came into the room, everyone was emo as fuck, or people were fucking. I was afraid my head would be cemented to my pillow half the time. I met a few good souls, such as Kitty Kiwi, Kitten, and a few others.
And now is the segment that everybody loves, the one where I vomit hate about something, and you giggle like the good little sheep you are. Todays topic is "Chavs".
To find a Chav, you can look on the internet, or simply watch the movie "Malibu's Most Wanted". A Chav is the UK version of a thug/gangsta, with a little more UK redneck thrown in. They ravage the population and disgrace the country. We in the US have the same thing. We have the Thug. We have the Gangsta. We have PDiddy, G-unit, rediculous motherfuckers who have out of control drug habits, who endorse these habits to our youth, and destroy our inner cities. But ours are black. In the UK, they can call these people ignorant motherfuckers, and nothing happens. But the fucking moment we say a goddamn word against these fucking retards, and we are labeled Racist. Someone wheels a little podium out and we are forced to apologize. Well fuck you! Just because MOST participants of a certain culture is Black, doesn't mean I'm a fucking racist for denouncing it. Things like Drug use, Krunk Juice, Grillz, Gang wars, fucking hoes and bitches, etc. ARE NOT FUCKING AFRICAN AMERICAN CULTURE, BITCHES! But it has been adopted by a lot of black people, and white people alike. So this culture shall now be known as the Chav culture. Every time I meet a friend from another country, they either expect me to be some redneck cowboy GWB fucker, or some dumbass Chav with my pants past my ass. Well, fuck you. I don't smoke pot, play dice, etc. like some ignorant Chav motherfucker. So pull up your fucking pants, get a job, get off the junk, and stop killing people over a goddamn street. Life's rough. People go through the exact same shit as you. Me, myself, grew up broke. And I managed to not become a Chav. I grew up on the streets, daily beatings, etc. And look at me! Holding down a job, got a car, got myself some friends. What the hell is your excuse? "Oh... the streets are hard... boo hoo." Fuck you. Ive dealt with the same damn shit. Houses around my neighborhood would fucking EXPLODE. Meth labs and such. Wait until you have been beaten with a broom handle for a solid week until it breaks. Then tell me life is hard. Until then, stay off my news, and stay out of my way or I will cut you.