I am 52% White Trash.
.. I may have been raised white trash, but I have escaped to find the other side. Even now my white trash traits sneak out, like drinking beer from the bottle at a restaurant. Take the
White Trash Test
@ FualiDotCom i guess u can get an idea for yourself save me the trouble of looking like a complete jackass.i guess it changes a little bit every day and who knows what the fuck i'm really gonna do!, it all started at an early age, my dad is a drunk ex sailor who saved enough money while on float on the u.s.s Enterprise to buy his first harley, a 1968 harley fl, a Scottsdale police bike, he picked it up in phx from a buddy who bought it from a cop auction for a thousand bucks, rode it back to salt lake and started his return in to civilian life and immediately started chopping the bike up.My mom musta seen something in the bad boy biker or what not, and hooked up with him after her first marriage. they had four kids together me, my younger twin sisters steph and stacy and my older sis jen. So basically I have been doomed from the get go. (lol).My dad got me into bikes at an early age, I remember riding on the gas tank when I was too little to ride on back, hanging out at the local backstreet chopper shops and race tracks watching the adults wrench and party and what not.I grew up in taylorsville ut until I was about 11 then we moved to murray ut a few miles away I grew up skateboarding,my many ramps my mom always seemed to end up having to help build cuz the old man wasn't into that type of shit when he wasn't working a double shift at the local bakery, (he was a cook in the navy) and riding bikes or basically anything I could do to get into trouble, mostly due to the older kids I was always surrounded by seemed that I made them all a good Patsy ...lol. but when my mom finally had enough of my dads bullshit and left him I had already kinda started down the wrong track by doing all kinds of stupid shit that I will never live down.by the time I was 13 I already had basically dropped out of school and was being a total bone head, I watched my dad fall to shit and lose everything, house, job, family everything and had been the only one of my siblings to really see how big of a pos my dad had become and what it was doing to our family. thats when I snapped after finding a crack pipe in his shanty apt amongst all the empty half gallon bottles of vodka ,thats when he gave me his bike, moved to logan ut for awhile , then to tx)wich he had almost lost several times after separating with my mom knowing that I would keep it safe.I quit hanging out with almost all of my so called friends and went to the first custom shop I saw, classic motorcycle in murray ut, I remember I was working full time at a body piercing jewelery mfg buffing earings and classic wouldn't hire me ,but I kept showing up every day bugging them for a job. I would wash bikes, clean shitters, or whatever they needed me to do for free for almost 6 month before they finally hired me on full time, I worked there for almost 2 years and tried to save up enough money to go to MMI to get hd certified,(altho I ended up leaving salt lake not knowing if I had passed the last section of the ged . this was required without a actual hs diploma and maybe 200 bucks in my pocket a few clothes and what little tools I had. and after finding out that I had a kid on the way with some random girl. I hit the road never looking back.I attended MMi 98-99 ad graduated in dec after struggling my ass off working two part time jobs trying to cover fucktard roommates bills to keep a roof over my head and keep my head in school. march 29th 1998 my son Caden Masters was born in salt lake city I visited him once during that year,his mom moved back to sherridan Wy where she grew up and took Caden. the day of my graduation at mmi left that godawfull state behind me (so I thought) I went straight to work for easyrider slc back home, with most of all the guys I worked at classic with before school. I wrenched there for almost a year then I quit and went to work at south valley hd in sandy when things seemed like they were falling apart for me because I was still was being a foolish young idiot snd let my pride ruin some good shit,from there I worked around afew different places doing misc different shit, framing, stone masonry auto tech and even selling electrical supplies(uggg...) but ended up going back to work at classic again when a new owner took over. I worked there bassically trying to run the shop bustin my ass into the ground for a 50yo guy who acted like a frat boy on coke at a keg party, after a decent run of a year he layed me off with no explanation, so I packed my saddle bags and hit the road traveling solo on my rigid from nov -feb( thanks for the unemployment Dante, you pos)I decided to get my actual high school diploma and join the marine corps when I finally got back to slc, over 1300.000 miles and roughly 12 states later. I ended up getting an Entry level separation on week 9 of boot camp because the navy corpsman didn't notice I had pneumonia, befor giving me an asthma test, I moved back to phx and instructed at MMI in the harley tech program and late model program for a year got fired cuz I was totally not into that job andwas struggling all the way around causing what i call the bone head syndrome, HA HA! and I wanted to move back to slc again. I dabbled around with a few other odd jobs even tryed showbiz building movie sets for the worlds fastest indian, starring Anthony hopkins as Burt munroe. however it didnt last. I still needed to wrench on bikes so I ended up fucking off that job too, but I met alot of really cool people doin it. I went back to work at another custom vtwin shop,(blue wolf customs, whata a fucking joke! thats all I'm gonna say. since leaving there I worked at a door shop building custom doors and operating a 3 axis wood cnc for a few months then quit, deciding to continue my education and attended a machinist course at slcc and try working for myself at home. I hope to continue on to welding afterward, I saved up enough rope to hang my self or hit the ground to try self employment seems to come and go but I'm much more content this way. that pretty much sums it.Currently me and my friend rick are opening our own shop in slc, its 6200ft facility right off state street nd 15th s.hoping to open doors dec1
