Originally Posted by Apex13B' date='Sep 1 2003, 08:10 PM

I dunno if i an the only one here going through this. I'm fighting just to feed myself, and put gas in my car.



I don't have x-box ps2 flat screen tv nice clothes etc. Or even my own place to live. Where I live, you are soley judged by 3 things



1. Socio-economic staus (your title at your job)

2. Your car (usually BMW or 2003+ high end brand)

3. The name of the designer across the front of your shirt.



I've had the same pair of sneakers for 3 years, and there is a hole in the bottom of the left one. I work 5 days a week at the motor shop that I've posted pics up here a few times. My other job is basic stage crew crap at shows in manhattan and long island. An old friend of mine bought me a pair of used sketchers from the local thrift shop out of pity. I hate pity, i'm too strong for that. He threatened me with a shotgun because I didn't want the shoes.



"i feel bad for you man take these, they are your size.".....**** you son, i'll buy my own ****. **** you and the remington semi-auto



I eventually took them, after i realized there was a live slugshot in the chamber. I appreciate he sternness now. My feet are dry now with all this rain.



I'm sick and tired of fighting, and i don't want to live anymore.



I don't know even what the **** i'm typing right now. maybe i'm just ranting and raving, and everybody else is in the same plight that i am in. Another thing is that i'm dumb, or as my parents call it "very learning disabled". I can wipe my own ***, so stop the retard comments. My sister has a PhD in literature and writes books. I guess i'm the left over ****.





Or maybe nobody gives a ****, since i've only pulled and rebuilt a forum member's motor (DJ Blu)....and taught RotaryRocket7 how to do it in the process. I contribute nothing here please ban me.