Journal 31
Story of my life part 2.
After second grade, my family moved to Hudson, NH. 3 Highland street apt2. It was this ugly green duplex with a back yard, On one side was a little lining of trees blocking us from our neighbors, the other was this little project type thing and ghetto appartments and shit. It was a white trash neighborhood.
In "the yellow house" the kids never did anything good. They lit shit on fire, fought, got into trouble. "Down back" was this kid, I forget his name now, but Jesse stands out for some reason, His "dad" was called "Mando." Mando had like 2 inch nipples. They were seriously the biggest things I've ever seen. So fucking long. His mom was a biker lady. They provided some interesting times.
Then there was my first best friend. Jason. Jason had an earring, in third grade. He also had a mullet. I thought he was the coolest person ever. Jason was also fucking crazy. He tried to stab his mom that year. She called the cops and he went away,
Then Matt, Ben, and Johnathon moved in. They were black. The first black people I knew. Hanging out with them brought my first introduction to racism. And also my first dealings with interracial couples (White mom black father).
So I start school and I'm the new kid. I was poor, on welfare, so a bunch of the kids fucked with me. I had to stick up for a friend of the family's becaise he got fucked with.
My first day on the playground, this kid named Joe decided he didnt like me, so he tried to jump kick me. These other couple kids tried choking me somewhere in that year and a half.
I had my first crush on a girl named Carin (sp?) and really besides being poor, it was probably the happiest time when I was a kid. Then again maybe I dont remember much of it.
One other person worth mentioning was Lori and Joe. Lori was a hypochondriac. I swear to God the lady didnt do shit. Joe worked all fucking day at an electronics type of job, then came home cleaned the house and cooked the food so that silly bitch could sit on her ass. I hated the way she had her hair. It was ugly and it annoyed me. I wanted her to change it but she wouldn't. They moved out when they sold the duplex, and we moved to Derry, NH. That is where i grew up and will be the subject for a while.
Story of my life part 2.
After second grade, my family moved to Hudson, NH. 3 Highland street apt2. It was this ugly green duplex with a back yard, On one side was a little lining of trees blocking us from our neighbors, the other was this little project type thing and ghetto appartments and shit. It was a white trash neighborhood.
In "the yellow house" the kids never did anything good. They lit shit on fire, fought, got into trouble. "Down back" was this kid, I forget his name now, but Jesse stands out for some reason, His "dad" was called "Mando." Mando had like 2 inch nipples. They were seriously the biggest things I've ever seen. So fucking long. His mom was a biker lady. They provided some interesting times.
Then there was my first best friend. Jason. Jason had an earring, in third grade. He also had a mullet. I thought he was the coolest person ever. Jason was also fucking crazy. He tried to stab his mom that year. She called the cops and he went away,
Then Matt, Ben, and Johnathon moved in. They were black. The first black people I knew. Hanging out with them brought my first introduction to racism. And also my first dealings with interracial couples (White mom black father).
So I start school and I'm the new kid. I was poor, on welfare, so a bunch of the kids fucked with me. I had to stick up for a friend of the family's becaise he got fucked with.
My first day on the playground, this kid named Joe decided he didnt like me, so he tried to jump kick me. These other couple kids tried choking me somewhere in that year and a half.
I had my first crush on a girl named Carin (sp?) and really besides being poor, it was probably the happiest time when I was a kid. Then again maybe I dont remember much of it.
One other person worth mentioning was Lori and Joe. Lori was a hypochondriac. I swear to God the lady didnt do shit. Joe worked all fucking day at an electronics type of job, then came home cleaned the house and cooked the food so that silly bitch could sit on her ass. I hated the way she had her hair. It was ugly and it annoyed me. I wanted her to change it but she wouldn't. They moved out when they sold the duplex, and we moved to Derry, NH. That is where i grew up and will be the subject for a while.