Poliode Bogey

i spend most of my time in wauconda. and you know what, i absolutely luhhhhhhhve it. i am a lucky soul. i was raised by a completely selfless mother who would sacrifice her own well-being on a daily basis just to make sure that my youthful desires and necessities were almost always fulfilled. she never broke a promise. my father was of the funny sort. he drove big semitrucks during the week and rewarded himself by squealing out black sabbath leads on the weekends. he instigated improper manners at the dinner table. he rarely spoke english and would sometimes transfer his body into the garage mid-sentence, leaving us children in a wild state of bafflement. legos and videogames have been a great influence on me. videogames brought an interesting turning point to my life. yes, for the better and worse, they turned me into a secret sex maniac. i would stay up real late past everyone's bedtime playing a game i had rented from blockbuster. probably twisted metal 2. i had to sacrifice my sleeping hours knowing that in four days i would no longer possess the game. anyways, after i had thought everyone was catching up on their zzzzzz, i would put the tv on the showtime channel and masturbate to soft porn programs like red shoe diaries, while taking extra precaution by leaving the audio from the videogame sounding out from the stereo. in all my young years, i was never once caught. another thing, the only reason we had showtime was because my mother worked shortly for a cable company, and had the illegal means of entering our cable box to connect the premium channels. what a wonderful life. i never watched much tv. spent most of my time creating and exploring. i was on a promising road to blossom paradise. in school i felt it wise to keep up with good grades. i thought it would weave itself smoothly into a collegiate future. when the time came to crack down, i got into crack. not really, but i did become obsessed with the cool, in turn, the drunk. let's party! this was senior year mostly. maybe i was hoping to fulfill that secret sex mania of mine. yes, i was. indeed. it didn't really happen. i was involved in some freak skiing incident in the wisconsin dells, but not much else until after highschool. this was a period of mind explosions through use of drug experimentation. i was a boy who was looking for the ultimate trip. i took mushrooms and even dropped acid. it was fun and definitely stimulated the artistic side of my brain, but like any explosion, it only brought me rubble. when i wasn't high, i wasn't creative. i wasn't even happy. just numb. i lost any closeness i had with my wonderful family and the friends i hung out to get high only kept in touch with me if drugs were involved. luckily, (again, i'm a lucky soul) i had a few people who were strong and level-headed enough to say something about my living death. they woke me up. once again, i saw that what is pure in life is what is best in life. i made a self comeback. it took years. a period of suffering. i cherish it. i remember it. because now i'm living in a period of luxury. it's so easy and i am able to greatly appreciate it because of where i had come from. my philosophy mow is that everything and everyone deserves love and to love themselves, too. do not be ashamed to be completely in love with yourself. it's not conceitedness if you reflect that quality onto others. every human being possesses a universe in their mind and a burning star in their heart. we all have the power to choose what we do with these magnificent abstract properties, and to ignore them would be a terrible waste. engage life. challenge it. no fear and no laziness. tomorrow does not exist.