The USSM: The Preface
Welcome. Welcome to this memoir. This is the preface, and I’m sure you know that. Here I am going to set a few ground rules. I’m gonna explain just what in the hell this is and what to make of it. There are a couple of things I want to state. These are things I want you to take to heart. Well, not really. Go fuck yourself. Naw, I’m just joking. If you have actually read up to this point in my writings, I applaud and respect you. But, if you chose to skip this preface, then fuck you. Fuck you right in the ass.
First off, I am writing this mostly for myself. I am using this as a form to finally vent. In general, one of the things I feel one needs to do in order to feel better about a problem, relieve some stress, or stuff of that nature is to vent. Now, there are probably some of you like Keith Willson who need to be explained what the word “vent” means. At least, I think you need to be defined it with my context, because I’m not even sure if my context is a real definition for the word. Anyway, venting, the way I and my cousin have used it, means to go to someone, someone usually trusted, and just spill their guts and-slash-or rant to them about an idea, opinion, or just tell them about a certain problem they have. Whatever it is, for me, it feels good to either tell someone a problem or feeling, or write about it. Up to now, I’ve never actually vented by writing. I tried once before, and shit, it didn’t get too far. Hopefully this will change that.
This “memoir”, if you will, will be a collection of memories. I basically feel like writing what’s on my mind and that’s what I aim to do in this collection. I’ll try to keep everything interesting and in good context, but don’t be surprised if some parts may be, as Keith Willson describes, “Garbled up, random memories”. In truth, I think stuff like that is most interesting. And, I know it will be interesting to my target “readers”. (That means me mostly, and my friends to whom I decide to show this to.) A few minutes ago, I had an idea to add to this memoir. One of my biggest forms of communication that I, my 16 year old self uses, is Instant Messaging, more specifically AIM. I decided that maybe I will include excerpts of old AIM logs that I saved from long ago, to the present. Maybe it will be more useful in trying to explain something about a memory, event, or person. I think it will be most interesting to actually read the words I shared with another person regarding something in particular, something that is long gone, long in the past, or long has since changed. Well, I’ve rambled enough, time to fucking begin.
First off, I am writing this mostly for myself. I am using this as a form to finally vent. In general, one of the things I feel one needs to do in order to feel better about a problem, relieve some stress, or stuff of that nature is to vent. Now, there are probably some of you like Keith Willson who need to be explained what the word “vent” means. At least, I think you need to be defined it with my context, because I’m not even sure if my context is a real definition for the word. Anyway, venting, the way I and my cousin have used it, means to go to someone, someone usually trusted, and just spill their guts and-slash-or rant to them about an idea, opinion, or just tell them about a certain problem they have. Whatever it is, for me, it feels good to either tell someone a problem or feeling, or write about it. Up to now, I’ve never actually vented by writing. I tried once before, and shit, it didn’t get too far. Hopefully this will change that.
This “memoir”, if you will, will be a collection of memories. I basically feel like writing what’s on my mind and that’s what I aim to do in this collection. I’ll try to keep everything interesting and in good context, but don’t be surprised if some parts may be, as Keith Willson describes, “Garbled up, random memories”. In truth, I think stuff like that is most interesting. And, I know it will be interesting to my target “readers”. (That means me mostly, and my friends to whom I decide to show this to.) A few minutes ago, I had an idea to add to this memoir. One of my biggest forms of communication that I, my 16 year old self uses, is Instant Messaging, more specifically AIM. I decided that maybe I will include excerpts of old AIM logs that I saved from long ago, to the present. Maybe it will be more useful in trying to explain something about a memory, event, or person. I think it will be most interesting to actually read the words I shared with another person regarding something in particular, something that is long gone, long in the past, or long has since changed. Well, I’ve rambled enough, time to fucking begin.