THE BOOK OF WILL

Well it all begins in a little town called Lithonia Georgia. This was the first place that i lived. From when i was born until i was about, ooooo id say about 6 years old i lived in the REALLY ghetto neighborhood called Castle gate, i guess its gotten nicer since i left, that what i hear (from the gangs). I had some crazy times in that neighborhood. My older brother used to take his shirt off while riding a bike down down the hill in front of our house. My guess is that he did this to impress the girls, although sometimes it didnt work because a few times he definately hit the curb at the bottom of the hill while his shirt was half way off. Although I admit it was really funny, now that i look back, it was probably really embarassing for him...not that that makes it less funny. And then there was the time i hit a tennis ball over my neighbors fence, and my neighbors had dobermans in their back yard. so i got my brother to get the ball. All seemed to be going well, emphasis on "seemed". Nobody saw one of the dogs sprinting towards Adam until it was too late. So needless to say, Adam got a chunk taken out of his butt by a dog and yet again, we all got a good laugh out of my brothers misfortune.

There is a small section of my life where i lived in a place called "Norse Lake" which is where i learned the phrase "penis wrinkle".

Now we move on to life after the age of six. By this time I had grown wise to the ways of the world and became less gullible and more intellegent, as most 7 year olds do. everything from the ages of 7-10 is pretty blurry but i know there had to be something funny in there somewhere, nothing important though. oh, i made my first B in second grade and i whined like the little 7 year old pussy that i was. Anyway, around the time i turned 10 i got two key instruments that largely affect my life today. 1)a drumset, 2)a skateboard. we will start with the skateboard since that has a shorter story i guess. Basically the skateboard has done 2 things for me...no 3. first, it keeps me entertained. second, it keeps me out of trouble. Third, it gets me into trouble. Now you may ask how it gets me both into and out of trouble. Its the basic law of stereotyping at work. I dont really do that much bad stuff, at least that involves skateboard, which is how it keeps me out of trouble. However, every old lady or store manager or just average dick head that see's some kids with a skateboard automatically assumes they are trouble. It's simple, to the average moron, skateboard=trouble. I admit some people that skateboard are bad people. But that happens in every group (see priests being convicted of sexual assault or whatever they did, how bout them apples? thats what i thought. how many skateboarders do you know that go to jail for sexual assault? more priests than skaters is my guess). But anyway ive skated off and on for 5 and a half years (probably actually skated for about 2 and a half) and i still suck, but its fun and all so whatever. Second, my drumset. I've played drums for about 4 or 4 and a half years i think (since i was around 10 or 11). Ive been in so many bands i cant even remember them all. Yes, origionally i did suck at drums, just like everybody sucks at almost anything when they first start. Not to brag, but now i am so amazing that i completely blow everyone out of the water because im so awesome that nobody can even comprehend it. seriously.. No haha im not that good. I mean im good i think, not THAT good like i just said. IDK!! ask somebody that has heard me play or get one of my bands demo CD's and judge for yourself, my band is awesome as hell. Go to me bands site www.everbleeding.com because we are awesome. Thats an order.

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