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I've been thinking a lot about how things used to be back in the day. and about everyone I used to run around with. I miss the Flint Local 432. I used to frequent there when I was in high school. I remember being introuduced to the club when I was a sophmore in high school and the kids made fun of me there for wearing abercrombie & Fitch. I slowly but surely became popular there even though I was known as a "prep" and no one gave a shit what I wore. I always was the one that wore designer clothing there. I didnt give a shit I still got in mosh pits even if I had on a fur coat or a Versace outfit on. I didnt care I was a grunge Prince. I had so much fun and made so many friends. I remember walking the streets of Flint at night and being fearless no matter what. I didnt give a shit. If someone started shit with me I would kick the living fuck out of someone or my friends would. No one ever fucked with me.
I had a lawsuit brewing at that time against swartz creek high school and it was almost an outlet for me. I ran into a few people that used to make fun of my sexual orientation there before. I would in return give them guff for the problems they caused me in the classroom.On one instance this kid used to call me "Skittles" being a degrading comment towards gay's and lesbians I poured a bag of skittles on him and told him "taste my fucking rainbow you hick son of a bitch" and he didn't say a word. It was really a way of me to get some payback. Once these kids were in my play yard they didn't fuck with me but when I was in theirs at one point in time they did fuck with me and tormented me for being a homosexual.
I've always been the one to take the long way around. I moved to Ann Arbor after my mother died and took a year off after high school. I couldn't work or even function after she died. I had a hard time even leaving the house. I couldn't wake up or even get outside to cut my own grass. Im surprised I even graduated high school but I did. I moved to Ann Arbor to persue a Cosmetology Degree on U of M's College known as: Douglas J-The Aveda Institute of Ann Arbor. I passed my Classes and graduated earning a Cosmetology Degree and Liscense. I traveled to San Antonio Texas where my Artwork earned me a spot in TSA's Beacon of America. I was one of 100 cosmetology students selected to set in on a private inspirational class about the inside of the business aspect. It led me to New York City.
Dreams of New York City: When in Texas I met the head of the Paul Mitchel education unit:Winn Claybough. Who is the head of the California School System. I was on the river walk and talked to Gino Stampora in a private cigarette break and talked to him about my potential and my aspirations. He introduced me to Winn. We talked and he put me in touch. It happend in a way I am a superstar in my own mind these days even though im not on the big screen. I worked my way to the top in a hotel lobby. I went home and finished school after making my contacts. I moved back to Swartz Creek my hometown, inspiration in hand. I packed all my things and moved into my grandmothers house and worked a job in Ann Arbor asisting in the meantime to make money and make it by. I later lost my job due to the economy the salon closed and I was out of a job.
I spent months at my Grandmothers house. I was depressed, I wasted money on drugs and booze. I drank nearly everyday and smoked marijuana or popped xanax. Everyday I was fucked up for months. I decided it was time for me to get the fuck out of there upon comming to NY for a visit in Fall of 2007. I went to midtown and met Mariah Carey and shopped in SoHo and Chinatown and knew it was where I needed to be. I wanted to move here as soon as I came here. I had my wisdom teeth cut out and implants polished up. Spring of 2008 I moved to Long Island. I worked for the Paul Mitchell Salon of Manhattan NYC: Shape NYC. I worked there for nearly 6 months not making any money hardly and burning through my trust fund fasst. I lost my job because I called out to many times. I just felt like It was a waste of money because I wasnt making that much with that job and enjoyed being at home in my NYC apt to much. I loved being at home and didnt give a fuck. I loved working in NYC it was definatly an experience and walking the city streets in the morning were awesome I dont regret it one bit or the money I spent on the tickets in and out at all because of what I learned or the people I experienced. I used to go on "Liquid Lunches" even at times and go to the bar around the corner and unwind for the remander of the time. I did Hot Body contests at the clubs in the city that were known for having Muscle boys. I came in 2nd. 2nd is better than none at all but its not 1st but I dont care at least I know im desirable. I might not be a star but I dont give a shit anymore at least i'm myself.
Absolutly no regrets.
I had a lawsuit brewing at that time against swartz creek high school and it was almost an outlet for me. I ran into a few people that used to make fun of my sexual orientation there before. I would in return give them guff for the problems they caused me in the classroom.On one instance this kid used to call me "Skittles" being a degrading comment towards gay's and lesbians I poured a bag of skittles on him and told him "taste my fucking rainbow you hick son of a bitch" and he didn't say a word. It was really a way of me to get some payback. Once these kids were in my play yard they didn't fuck with me but when I was in theirs at one point in time they did fuck with me and tormented me for being a homosexual.
I've always been the one to take the long way around. I moved to Ann Arbor after my mother died and took a year off after high school. I couldn't work or even function after she died. I had a hard time even leaving the house. I couldn't wake up or even get outside to cut my own grass. Im surprised I even graduated high school but I did. I moved to Ann Arbor to persue a Cosmetology Degree on U of M's College known as: Douglas J-The Aveda Institute of Ann Arbor. I passed my Classes and graduated earning a Cosmetology Degree and Liscense. I traveled to San Antonio Texas where my Artwork earned me a spot in TSA's Beacon of America. I was one of 100 cosmetology students selected to set in on a private inspirational class about the inside of the business aspect. It led me to New York City.
Dreams of New York City: When in Texas I met the head of the Paul Mitchel education unit:Winn Claybough. Who is the head of the California School System. I was on the river walk and talked to Gino Stampora in a private cigarette break and talked to him about my potential and my aspirations. He introduced me to Winn. We talked and he put me in touch. It happend in a way I am a superstar in my own mind these days even though im not on the big screen. I worked my way to the top in a hotel lobby. I went home and finished school after making my contacts. I moved back to Swartz Creek my hometown, inspiration in hand. I packed all my things and moved into my grandmothers house and worked a job in Ann Arbor asisting in the meantime to make money and make it by. I later lost my job due to the economy the salon closed and I was out of a job.
I spent months at my Grandmothers house. I was depressed, I wasted money on drugs and booze. I drank nearly everyday and smoked marijuana or popped xanax. Everyday I was fucked up for months. I decided it was time for me to get the fuck out of there upon comming to NY for a visit in Fall of 2007. I went to midtown and met Mariah Carey and shopped in SoHo and Chinatown and knew it was where I needed to be. I wanted to move here as soon as I came here. I had my wisdom teeth cut out and implants polished up. Spring of 2008 I moved to Long Island. I worked for the Paul Mitchell Salon of Manhattan NYC: Shape NYC. I worked there for nearly 6 months not making any money hardly and burning through my trust fund fasst. I lost my job because I called out to many times. I just felt like It was a waste of money because I wasnt making that much with that job and enjoyed being at home in my NYC apt to much. I loved being at home and didnt give a fuck. I loved working in NYC it was definatly an experience and walking the city streets in the morning were awesome I dont regret it one bit or the money I spent on the tickets in and out at all because of what I learned or the people I experienced. I used to go on "Liquid Lunches" even at times and go to the bar around the corner and unwind for the remander of the time. I did Hot Body contests at the clubs in the city that were known for having Muscle boys. I came in 2nd. 2nd is better than none at all but its not 1st but I dont care at least I know im desirable. I might not be a star but I dont give a shit anymore at least i'm myself.
Absolutly no regrets.