Registered: Aug 2000 Location: All East Coast : USA Posts: 2456
my eyes weren't always brown as i grew up, the others mocked me i don't know why they were so cruel, but it hurt me deep down i decided i should be more constructive with my time, having a good cry every day. eventually i moved in with grandma, she cared for me as if i were actually her son dad never did come to visit, but i still love him and here i am today, sure, i'm still with grandma, but she hasn't moved in 14 months. I'll call the doctor tomorrow ------------------ -brimstone "sometimes things just get a little bit out of hand" [This message has been edited by brimstone (edited 10-15-2000).]
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Registered: Oct 2000 Location: Posts: 229
Lmao! That's just fuckin' cool man. You must be enormous by now.
and the story continues ------------------ -brimstone "sometimes things just get a little bit out of hand"
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