Post by jace clayton devan on Nov 9, 2010 8:08:14 GMT -5
jace clayton devan.
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did you know that in nine years of being a sexual manwhore not one girl has faked an orgasm... and the reason i know this is because they've always come back for more. that's right, every single one of 'em has called me up wantin' more which proves that my sex is the goddamn best. now i know that tristan the douche will argue wid that, but i taught him all he knows. anyway, that's really all you have to know, i mean, what else is there to life? oh apart from beer.. can't do anythin' without a fuckin' beer. my personal fave is a corona, but hell, if it's icy cold and begins with 'b' has four letters and ends in 'eer' then i'll drink it. i'd like to say that i've not always been this beer-drinkin', chauvinistic playa but who the hell am i kiddin'?!
let's take it back to the beginnin'. see, i was born in the windy city, chi-town represent! i fuckin' love everythin' about chicago, but most of all, i love the basketball. now, my father, the good for nuttin' dick that he is never did anythin' right, but if i could say one thing in his defence, the asshole took me to my first bulls game. i can still remember it - what a fuckin' buzz. i remember sittin' there, court side, michael jordan with the ball, the game resting on this one shot, then he took it, the crowd went silent and i knew in that moment that i wanted to be the best b-ball player anyone had ever seen.. apart from michael jordan of course, no one can beat him. so yeah, that's my passion.
i grew up with more money that is humanly possible to obtain. the dick (my father) is one hell of a businessman, both in n' outta bed. he's fucked around for more years than i can remember n' the worst part is, my mom knows about it, she's just to weak to leave him. i know people shouldn't disrespect their folks n' shit, but the man is an asshole n' he's raised his hand to my mom one too many times. i guess money can't buy you everythin', well not a warm lovin' family, n' i guess that's the reason i started on the coke n' drink so young. guess you could say that i got caught up in the wrong crowd, but hell, it's chicago, you'd be a fool not to get into a gang. that's where it went downhill until i was arrested for the millionth time for gbh and drug posession.
the dick finally got his wish and shipped me off to finish my high school years in boston with my moms hippi brother. uncle jack... the guy is a joke, but at least he has good weed and an endless supply of beer. lucky for me, boston is where tristan lives. i won't get into it but my dad went to college with t's dad and yea, trist n' i are like fuckin' brothers. ain't nuttin' i wouldn't do for him. i'd never admit this to his face, but he's what star b-ball players are made of, just hope he remembers me when he's playin' for the celtics one day. lucky for us, we both got into UT to play ball n' that's how i ended up here... in nash-fuckin'-ville.
look, we all go through shit in our lives. right now i'm workin' at a night club to pay my way since the dick decides when he wants to give me money. fact is, i wish i could end this with some sentimenal bullshit that will touch your hearts, but i can't. i'm a bonafied dick, the kinda guy you love to hate and hate to love. i'll give you the best goddamn night of your life n' forget your name in the mornin' - all i'm sayin' is life is short so drink as much beer as you can mutha fuckas 'cuz you never know when you'll run out.
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