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What makes me, me? I have been asking this question to myself for a long time…What makes me, me? And I still don’t have an answer. Will I ever have an answer? Who knows? Not me! Will my sole partner? Who is my sole partner? What makes her, her? Is it a her? It better be…if not I don’t want to live! I’m not putting gays down…it just not my thing! What makes all of us, us? Why are we here on this planet? In this world? Why am I here? Am I supposed to do something special? I ask myself that question a lot too…Why am I here? I know I’m here for a purpose…but what is it? How am I supposed to full fill it if I don’t know what it is? Its questions like this I have been wondering since I was little.
I have heard lots of stories of when I was little…so I wanted to hear! All the good times! Others I try to block out! Al the bad times. I never had much growing up. My mom didn’t work to take care of me, plus she was pageant with my sister. So my dad worked…but then when my mom did go back to work I hated it…I lived with my moms mom and dad a lot…I did not live with them I was just over at there house a lot! My dad’s dad I really never saw…and my dads mom…well I saw but never wanted to. My dad never wanted to see her either. My dad had a really rough child hood. I did have some good times with my dads mom…but also bad ones.
Holidays were the worst. My moms parents wanted to see us and then my dad’s mom wanted to see us. Now that happens a lot in family’s…but the liked an hour apart from each other and they both wanted to see us on Christmas Eve. It was a living hell! Having to run back and fourth…from each house…I hated it! So we deiced to move!
Our first move was to Aspen Colorado…and may I say that is the most laid back beautiful place I have ever seen! If you get a chance to go there, go…I loved it. A lot of good memories there…no bad ones…my mom had a less stress full job…my parents got a long a lot better…I don think that they ever fought while we lived there. We had the cools house. My sisters room and mine where both down stairs. We had the whole down stairs to our self, and when the parents and my sister were goon…well I wont tell you what went on down there…my room was right next to the back door if you get my drift. Then up stairs was my parent’s room and the whole back of our house was glass and we were at the foot of mount Soperas. It was so much fun.
Then I moved back to Chicago or out side of Chicago in a little town call La Port. I hat that place! Well then I moved to Salt Lake City Utah. Beautiful place. Then to Arizona. I love it here. I hat the snow…It sucks! Kind a…okay I miss it! Any way, I have moved a lot. But I know what I want to do with my life. As soon as I get out of High School I’m moving to Scottsdale. I’m going to get my culinary degree. Then I’m either moving to La or New York. I’m leaning more toward to New York because there is more theatre there. But then I think do I want to do movies? I don’t know. I can’t make up my mind. But I can bee cooking in Restaurants while going to school for acting. But that’s my plan and I’m sticking to it!
Well maybe I think I just figured out all the questions, I have been asking my self!
Have I?
Brad M. Keene
I have heard lots of stories of when I was little…so I wanted to hear! All the good times! Others I try to block out! Al the bad times. I never had much growing up. My mom didn’t work to take care of me, plus she was pageant with my sister. So my dad worked…but then when my mom did go back to work I hated it…I lived with my moms mom and dad a lot…I did not live with them I was just over at there house a lot! My dad’s dad I really never saw…and my dads mom…well I saw but never wanted to. My dad never wanted to see her either. My dad had a really rough child hood. I did have some good times with my dads mom…but also bad ones.
Holidays were the worst. My moms parents wanted to see us and then my dad’s mom wanted to see us. Now that happens a lot in family’s…but the liked an hour apart from each other and they both wanted to see us on Christmas Eve. It was a living hell! Having to run back and fourth…from each house…I hated it! So we deiced to move!
Our first move was to Aspen Colorado…and may I say that is the most laid back beautiful place I have ever seen! If you get a chance to go there, go…I loved it. A lot of good memories there…no bad ones…my mom had a less stress full job…my parents got a long a lot better…I don think that they ever fought while we lived there. We had the cools house. My sisters room and mine where both down stairs. We had the whole down stairs to our self, and when the parents and my sister were goon…well I wont tell you what went on down there…my room was right next to the back door if you get my drift. Then up stairs was my parent’s room and the whole back of our house was glass and we were at the foot of mount Soperas. It was so much fun.
Then I moved back to Chicago or out side of Chicago in a little town call La Port. I hat that place! Well then I moved to Salt Lake City Utah. Beautiful place. Then to Arizona. I love it here. I hat the snow…It sucks! Kind a…okay I miss it! Any way, I have moved a lot. But I know what I want to do with my life. As soon as I get out of High School I’m moving to Scottsdale. I’m going to get my culinary degree. Then I’m either moving to La or New York. I’m leaning more toward to New York because there is more theatre there. But then I think do I want to do movies? I don’t know. I can’t make up my mind. But I can bee cooking in Restaurants while going to school for acting. But that’s my plan and I’m sticking to it!
Well maybe I think I just figured out all the questions, I have been asking my self!
Have I?
Brad M. Keene