Its funny how looking back I can remember so many different moments in my life when I was casted as an outlaw or a misfit. A couple of times grandmas crosseds the streets to avoid me or a young kid was held back by his moms hand to not approach the man with the blue hair and piercings. At first I was pissed with that, how could peoople be so fucking judgemental? So a few times I gave the mother of the kid the scariest look I could and the minute she would turn her back I would make some funny face to the child. My dad used to fight with me about the way I looked, he would raise his voice saying that his son looked like a clown and I was not going to be anything in life. He thought it was an act of rebelion on my part, but I was just being me, it just happened to be that the way I choose to live my life was not in line with society.
Now my hair is back to his natural colors, but the tattoes in my body still remain. I am who I am and I love it. I am a nerd, a freak, a punk, an outlaw and a hard guy, but thats the way I keep people away from life, the real ones WILL see past all that and love me for who I am, misfit and all. I love freaking people out, because that just reminds me that I am different and not a part of the sheeps, and thats fucking awesome.