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Ok so here I am at the adult highschool otherwise known as hell. Ummm I really don't know what else to tell yall but since you probably don't care I'll go on. Oh I know how about I tell you my life story before I get to go on my cigarette break. Here we go...
I was born in Stamford Ct. on December 16 1984 to some crazy lady and some pathetic excuse for a man. They named me after the Italian saint who told Irish people to stop worshiping trees and become catholic or something, They agreed cause they got to drink during mass. but any ways, Later on since pathetic and crazy don't go together they desided to break up(my parents) My mother and I became nomads moving all over the north east not staying in one place for more than a year. Plus she sent me to colombia for 6 months to live with my crazy nazi grandpa. That was great fun, especially when he went out and got two gallons of gasoline pased through the entire house with that and a pack of matches threatening to burn the house down.(we know how this ends) so I moved back with my mother. Shortly after i deside being beaten with a meat tenderizer wasn't really wasnt my idea of fun anymore so i moved with my pops. ha haha that wasnt great either. I desided I missed being beaten up so i became a skinhead now Im in virginia hating this to and ill be back in stamford on my own soon enough. great Im gonna go get cancer now.
I was born in Stamford Ct. on December 16 1984 to some crazy lady and some pathetic excuse for a man. They named me after the Italian saint who told Irish people to stop worshiping trees and become catholic or something, They agreed cause they got to drink during mass. but any ways, Later on since pathetic and crazy don't go together they desided to break up(my parents) My mother and I became nomads moving all over the north east not staying in one place for more than a year. Plus she sent me to colombia for 6 months to live with my crazy nazi grandpa. That was great fun, especially when he went out and got two gallons of gasoline pased through the entire house with that and a pack of matches threatening to burn the house down.(we know how this ends) so I moved back with my mother. Shortly after i deside being beaten with a meat tenderizer wasn't really wasnt my idea of fun anymore so i moved with my pops. ha haha that wasnt great either. I desided I missed being beaten up so i became a skinhead now Im in virginia hating this to and ill be back in stamford on my own soon enough. great Im gonna go get cancer now.