Updating due to requests
Give me some time, busy with other stuff.
Im with my Little bro next to capastrano beach. That's what my R1 looked like after a car crash(front,side damage) and the stunt crash(top of gas tank, top of tail damage, how else) twisted~ barroled whatever, kicks ass.
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ABOUT ME(RICHIE) by Abbe
WHO I AM:
In a nutshell, I am a hateful bastard.
I have a wooden heart that only a few
females on this planet can turn. But I
don't really trust females, anyway.
They're deceiving and obtuse creatures.
This could be directly rooted to my own
domineering mother.
Actually, it's hard for me to trust
anyone, because I over-analyze and
over-think everything. It is the curse
of the intellectual. Another curse of
the intellectual is; self-consciousness.
I am very painfully aware of my height and
of its inadequacy. I try to make for it by
building a lot of muscle and tone. I also ride
motorcycles. This wall of metal and muscle is
one big facade, though. I am really fragile and
weak on the inside. I've been hurt and abandoned
by everyone I know in some way or another, so you
cannot really blame me. I don't really know how
to deal with my past, so I am slowly self-destructing.
The lines between hate and desire are slowly blurring.
And the role of victim is really easy to play.
Contrary to what some people might lead you to
believe, I'm not a total fucking monster. I've
got my good qualities, too. Everyone does.
I am surprisingly affectionate and loyal
towards those that I care for. I may hate
with a fiery passion, but I also love with
total abandon. I am a non-conformist in every
aspect. My taste in food, music, and films is
very particular. My sense of style is both bold
and unique. My sense of humor, however macabre
or offensive it may be, is still healthy and
generally harmless. (Exception; when I play
BEAR KNUCKLE BOXING) And no matter what I tell
you or how many times I hurt you, Danny...I
love you, too, little booger. I'll try to
take into much more careful consideration
the fact that you're still growing and need guidance.
WHO I WAS:
It's a bit of an armchair cliche, but I
became who I am when my father left. I've
been walking around with a big hole inside
myself since. His departure was equally the
most significant and heart-breaking thing
that ever happened to me. But now my "break up"
is competing with that. My life is just one
big bowl of cherries.
WHAT INTERESTS ME:
Salvation.
THE PERFECT GIRL FOR ME:
She is patient, understanding, and caring.
She's wholesome (no body art or piercings or
weird kinks) and ambitious (many goals and
aspirations but fierce determination)...but a
tiger in bed. She's just as equally psychotic
and obsessed with me as I am with her. She
motivates me. She inspires me to be a better
person. And she's hot beyond belief.
And that's the way the cookie crumbles.
_____By Abbe______
