So you have to first understand, i was having the absolute best wed in a very long time. For you Canadians you will be realizing that the sun is staying up longer then ever, and the weather is finally warming up to a nice 15 or so. So after school i saw Josh, being the lazy friend he is waiting by my car for a ride home. So rather then giving him a direct ride home we decided to pimp it up around Peterborough in my Grandads 1990 Century. We went to the car wash then back to his place where we had a very fine burger the continued on to gourge on chips and stuff.
I went home, feeling just great i had no homework to do, i was on great terms with all my friends and i had gotten a 95% on my last physics test. Later that night i awake to my mother asking, who i pissed off and why our house was suddenly covered in eggs. She told me there were two 4 wheelers and some kids. So i awake to procede outside to my car, my freshly cleaned car to find its covered in house hold condiments. Written on my windshield and across the hood was "Niger Fagot". Now there are two problems with this, one i am not black...nor do i intend to act in that fashion, and two despite what my name on the CM looks like...i am not gay. So thinking like the logical person i am, i steal my mothers van and drive up and down our road in an attempt to catch these assholes who have ruined my good day, and deprived me of my 2-4 am in the morning REM sleep. I was unable to locate the idiots, but did find the trail of the 4 wheeler. It leeds to my x-friends house down the road, named Mark DesJardin. Yes in french, his last name means garden.
Now what you have to understand, is i can not suddenly conclude that this was soely him, nor can i really prosecute him as his father is my fathers boss. You also need to understand the dynamics of the people who i believe are involved. Upon graduationg from my Public School, i had 3 essential friends who i thought i most likely would be friends with the rest of my life. There names were Mark, Ryan and Mike. Being a N64 fan at the time this worked out perfectly, as we had 4 controllers and 4 friends. The problem was that summer i left for a month, and upon returning. Mike had suddenly became very jelouse of me for some reason. Since then he has held a grudge and takes any attempt to publicly embarass me or to just piss me off. Ryan, the friend who i was closest with, no longer returned my calls but instead spent all of his time hanging out with my neighbor Mark. Through grade 9-10 i tried to keep in contact, but found that i was much happier just hanging out with intelligent friends, and my new clique made by the core three of Josh Liisa and I. We had great times, and i still enjoy hanging out with them.
Between grade 9-10 i still had problems. Mark and Ryan would sometimes get bored and come over to my house. Still being insecure at the time i would let them in to hang out, and i felt the need to allow them to come in. Normally the day would continue that they would sneak liquor our of my parents stash, and then do something stupid. I can remember 3 specific instances.
1. Smashed my dads hand made bird house
2. Paint ball our weather bird thing (points in direction of the wind)
3. Rip up our Lawn with the 4 wheeler (this really pissed my mom off as they put 2000 dollars into it that summer sodding the whole thing to help make it grow. Before it was dirt, now its just weeds)
The problem is i suck at sticking up for my self, and i have allowed these people to trample over me for years. I think now they resent me because i have a future, i am applying to university and moving on with life. I have friends who i trust my life with, and i am finally happy. I am no longer insecure, and i just want to leave all that -shit- behind me. I just dont know how to deal with this, i often feel the only way to get through to idiots is either to press charges or to punch there lights out. The probelm with this is i have circumstansul evidense so i cant press charges...and i am a skinny freak with no muscle so punching them out is really not an option. I feel like i should just let this go and continue on with life but i want this shit to end and i want to get on with life and by happy. Not have to scrub egg of my house at 3 in the morning, and get my car washed again.
So i ask you all, what should i do
The Wed Night That Went Wrong !
The Wed Night That Went Wrong !
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Wait for Neil to come up there........and we shove a broomsticks up their asses. If you cannot pinpoint who it was, we'll take it to all 3 of 'um.
Sounds to me like something is fishy if you found the 4-wheeler tracks. Were those tracks out of the ordinary??? Or do they happen to cruise around in that area all the time?
Serious though dude.....that's fucked up. If somebody did that to me....I'm not sure what I'd do, to be honest. Perhaps I shouldn't take for granted that I'm more loved, than not. I've had enemies before.....but that just resulted in a couple fights and innocent dumbass situations.
Sounds to me like something is fishy if you found the 4-wheeler tracks. Were those tracks out of the ordinary??? Or do they happen to cruise around in that area all the time?
Serious though dude.....that's fucked up. If somebody did that to me....I'm not sure what I'd do, to be honest. Perhaps I shouldn't take for granted that I'm more loved, than not. I've had enemies before.....but that just resulted in a couple fights and innocent dumbass situations.
Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil. - Niccoló Machiavelli
nah, the 4 wheeler tracks were distinct. I mean i live in the country, but they led out of my driveway and right into his...
They were fresh too....so i know he was somehow involved.
I am having a party this weekend with about 12 of us, maybe we should just plan a super good revenge...that could be fun
They were fresh too....so i know he was somehow involved.
I am having a party this weekend with about 12 of us, maybe we should just plan a super good revenge...that could be fun
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that's a pretty good one.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Neil down and obey.. wrote:not just idiots..................fucking idiots
those are the worst kind of idiots....because they're actually breeding. and their legacy in life is just that, that they were fucking idiots and because of them we have more idiots in the world. - Paul Rodriguez
fuck his hot siter/hot girlfriend/hot mom/hot grandmother (ok, don't do that)/hot aunt/ect... as many as you can, or as many that are hot. oh and leave the used condoms on his bed/poorch/car/in his girlfriend.
slash the 4 wheelers tires, cut the brakes to it, drain the oil, throw all your party trash in his lawn, during your party round up the mob and just start knocking on his house. front door, back door, windows, bedroom walls, everything, all at once. spray paint the yard with a name for him.
and in the future, when you go to the burget joint he's going to work the rest of his life at, give them shit all the time. the burger wasn't cooked right, the fries are cold, the soda is flat, there's no ice in the machine, the bathrooms are dirty, the lettuce isn't fresh, it's too greasy, it's not greasy enough. and when you get the second one, complain about it again, and throw it at him, and yell "make it again burger boy!!!" then demand your money back after three burgers have been made.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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did anyone else think this topic was about a wedding night? because i did.
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she's a fool for the last living rock king
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HARDCORE!
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nope... lori's just a weirdo... 
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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but it said wed night.
-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
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HARDCORE!
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as in WEDnesday, duh. 
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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