So a lot of people have been asking how i got the name Noise so i figure i'll just post it. PinKyKitten, you've seen this already so you dont wast your time reading the whole thign. . . .Oh yeah, everyone else, its really long, and this is the abridged version, sooo.....
Oh yeah, and the Auto Show hits town this weekend, cant wait to go.
OKayyyyyyyyy, How i became 'Noise' SOOOOO. . . .
CHAPTER ONE -lol, i said it was kinda long
Several years ago, my 3rd freshman year, or my first year at my 3rd school, whatever way you want to look at it O=) it was the beginning of the school year, like the first month or so. For whatever reason i wanted to get some pills of E and eat them. So i was sitting eating with my friend Melissa in on of the dining crap-places and mid sentence i'm just like "...I know who should be able to get me E. . .i gotta find Pete!" Pete is this tall druggy kid with a heavy polish accent from Queens. So we leave the food place and we're walking and i say to her "I wonder where i'm gonna find Pete?"
No sooner did i say that, we see pete leave one of the dorm buildings look around, see me, and storm directly towards me. He grabs my shoulders and declares "We have to go to Camden!" Being that i was one of the few people wiht a car at the time, i was often volunteered for giving people rides (which is another story in itself) anyway, i'm like "Pete, do you know where i can get E?" And he tells me "Fuck E, we have to go to Camden right now to get a vial of liquid acid at the Further Festival."
Now i'd stopped doing acid at this point so i decided that it would be good for me to go down there and buy the bottle with him and sell it. I'm like, alright, lets go. Pete had been at some phish concert the previous 2 days and had been trippin the whole time (remember this later), so we couldnt use him as the guinnea pig to see if it was real, and I didnt do acid any more so i decided that we bring along Melissa who'd only done acid once in her life time to test if it was real or not. She gladly accepted the free drugs and agreed to come along to be our Dose Fairy. Then i went up to my room to get my stuff and whatnot and i run into my roommate.
A little about my roommate. So Reslife must have thought they were fucking comedians because they decided to stick me and my roommate together. I'm Rob. He's Rob. I'm from Staten Island. He's from Staten Island. So as soon as the 3rd day of fucking school we were already getting pissed off about how confusing it was introducing ourselves and etc. .blah blah blah. But he went to an all male catholic HS on staten island. He was a real freshman, i was a 3rd year freshman, much older than everyone. He was on the Track and Feild team in HS, never did any drugs, smoked pot once and 'didnt like it', only drank. Total all american kid at that time.
So my roommate see me gettin shit together in a rush and he's like "you goin somewhere?" And i tell him "Me Pete and Melissa are going down to Camden to buy some liquid Acid"
"Camden NJ?"
"Yep, wanna come?"
". . . . ... . . .sure why not."
So he puts on his NYPD fleece and we gather everyone and leave. I start down the road and Pete gives me this printout of directions to Camden. I take them look at them for a half a second and then through them out the window after realizing what they are.
I'm a liquid map. Actually i'm a human map, but one time i said i was a liquid map by accident, and i like the way that sounds better. So even though it makes no sense, i stick with it. So yeah, me, liquid map, dont need directions from some druggy friend who doesnt drive, i know how to get to camden. Whatever. . .soooooooo we drive down la de da, drive drive drive.
OK, so we finally get into camden and i ask Pete, "So, do you know where the venue is?"
"no"
"do you know the name of the venue?"
"nope"
"so basically this concert could be going on ANYWHERE in the city of Camden?"
"yeah"
"hrmmmmm, okaaaay then"
So i'm driving and then for whatever reason i decide to turn down some random street that was calling my name (this is also another recurring theme in other stories i have). I go down this street and drive down it for a few minutes and then all of a sudden we start seeing hippies and we know that we're getting close. Then all the way at the end of that random street is the venue. So we park the car and start lookin for the parking lot they use for all the vending and stuff cuz thats where the drug dealers are.
Fast forward to us walking around in the parking lot with the vending. . .we're walkin around, the four of us. Me and Pete are yellin "WE NEED DOSES!" and shit like that and goin up to people and tryin to find somewhere to get some. Melissa is just kinda havin fun following us around but is havin a hard time keepin up. And my roommate Rob just looked completely uncomfortable and out of place and kinda scared. Cuz i dont know about you, but i wouldnt want to have anything to do with the purchase of a vial of liquid unless i was the one buying it because from what i hear, jail isnt fun. SOOO, me and pete split up to cover more ground, and rob and melissa are just kidna not sure who to follow. And then next tihng i know Petes running up to me with these 2 guys following him.
Score. . .the only problem is Pete is a fucking retard and he only had not that much money on him. so i took all my money, and he took all his money, and Rob and Melissa had no money, and it came to $115. Pete also had this tiny nug of herb. So the guy (who might i ad looked like jesus) graciously took all our money and spotted the nug. We thanked him for bringing down the price and he gave the bottle of Sweet Breath to Pete.
Pete tilts his head back, Dose dose. Pete holds it out for me, i decline. Ditto for my roommmate. And he gives melissa 2 doses as well.
And then gives me the bottle to hold. This is the point where i inform them that i might not have enough money to get back to school if its not real so we'd have to go around selling fake doses for gas money. Good timing, right?
So now were walkin around joking waitign to see if it kicks in and if melissa starts tripping. So we're like yellin "Fake dose! Anyone wann a buy some fake doses?" and other nonsense like that. Then Pete starts yelling "Anyone need Doses? ANyone need fake doses? Anyone Seen My friend Joe?"
Joe had gone with Pete and others to that fish concert i'd mentioned earlier. But he dissapeared. Nobody knew what happened to him. So we all started yellin Anyone seen Joe? as a joke. and then some guy came up to us and was like "Joe? He had crazy hair and a red jacket and whatever?"
"YES! You seen him?"
"Yeah, i saw him at the phish show in pennsylvania the other day!"
"You know what happened to him?"
"Nope"
OK then. So now we're sitting next to this overpass just starin at Melissa waiting for her to start buggin and she feels this crazy resposibilty and pressure and is like STOP STARIGN AT ME! AHHHHH!
so like 45 minutes later she goes "Guys. . . .i. . .. dont...um...dont think i'm sober. No, no, i'm DEFINITELY NOT sober." We all rejoice and head back to the car. Now, mind you we all know each other for no more than a month, so even though we hang out all the time at school, we still really dont know each other. So as we're walking back to the car, without warning or any kind of explanation, I turn around and walk directly to this Sherrif's. The three of them are dumbfounded, confused and terrified. When i got there, i asked the sheriff directions on how to get back to the NJ turnpike. He gave me really good directions, but all i was doing was saying to myself over and over "I have a vial of liquid acid in my pocket HAHAHAHAHAH and you're a cop HAHAHAHAHA"
So i walk back to where the others are waiting in fear with this hhhhhuge grin on my face and they all yell at me and blah blah blah. Anyway....we get to the car and i take out gas money form the ATM now that we know its real cid
CHAPTER 2- back to school
So we're driving back to school and they're really startin to bug. Now Melissa was the shortest of the four of us, and she's like 5'11" at least. So, i'm driving, and my roommate is a big kid, so the two of us are sitting in the front seats. that leaves the two acid heads CRAMMED in the back seat of my car (which is all but nonexistant). If you check out the picks of my old car on SG you'll see that its not exaclty a 4 door sedan. So i put this tape on that my friend and i made of basically just Noises. They start screaming for me to turn it off and i do.
So i put on a bunch of different mix tapes that i had, each one getting increasingly more bugged out until i put the tape of Noise back in. By now they;re starting to peak and this time i dont turn it off. In fact, they're sitting on my speaker with the sub right behind their head and i turn the volume allllll the wayyyyy uuuuup. THey're sittin there cramped with their legs in their chests trippin listening to the entire 45 minutes of this obsurdity in hysterics.
The tape ends and Pete was in awe. He declared me a prophet. a superior being who has mastered and destroyed his universe via Noise. He called it pure auditory destruction.
Now we're back at school and we dose everyone. this is the point where several side-stories irrelivant to becoming Noise go, but they are for another time. The problem happense a few days later when i decide to dose myself with a liberal squeeze of liquid. I run into pete and i take him to my room. I count the money that we had made so far and i say, i'm keeping this. I give him the vial which is still about 85% full and say "I cant trust myself, i didnt want to do any and i did, so take it. Keep it, and keep the profits"
So he's like ALright.. . ..Heres the thing though. i had made about $500 already. So he should have made a few grand off that thign. He only made about $800. the rest he took himself over the course of the next week or 2 or 3. And every single time he was tripping he would grab me and wouldnt let me go until i played him Noise. EVERY TIME. We would all walk down to my car to watch him listening to it cuz it was so rediculous. Finally i got annoyed and made him his own copy which i would hear blasting out of his windows almost 24/7.
Chapter 3 - they give this to kids with ADD?
Now one day i decide it would be nice to put about 10 or so pills of Ritalin (20 mg slow release. . the good kind) up my nose. I was fucking jacked. So i'm flipping out bein all on amphetamines andwhatever and i run inot pete. he thinks i'm on coke, but i tell him nah, blah blah blah and i explain ritalin to him. Surprisingly, not only has he never had it, but he never even heard of it. So i reach into my pocket and give him whatever i had left, maybe another 10 or 15 or so.
Pete has now found a new favorite thing to do. . . put ritalin up his nose. Whenever i see him, he's always looking for someone to give sell him more rit. We'd be watching the playoffs or the world series (subway series year) and we'd see him walk by with tihs crazed look on his face, total upper-comedown face, always on a mission flipping out if he cant get any. back and forth. all hours of the day. Oh, and he's still doing all the acid too. And he's sill listening to Noise.
Chapter 4 - denumaunt (did i spell that right)
Now this one night pete's completely lost it. He thinks everyone is a narc except for me and 2 other people. He's goin around talkin all this crazy shit and whatnot and basically just scarin 'normal' people. So he says to a bunch of us "hey guys, i'm gonna go and climb up to the roof of the library (the tallest building on campus) and call out Joe Walsh" (the top cop on campus - we have state troupers at my school) And we say "Yeah Pete, that would be funny." instead of "thats not a good idea."
So we follow him over and he climbs up onto the low part of the roof and goes up to the high part and we decide "Hey, i/we dont want to get in trouble for being associated with him calling out a cop from the roof of the library." so we leave.
Fast forward to hours later and i see my friend Johnny Rockstar and i ask him if hes seen pete since earlier, which is when he says, "yeah, um, he's still on the roof and the cops are there and there fucking trouble." So we go over there to see but the cops send us away. A little while later a cop comes over and asks "which one of you is called Rockstar? Pete wants to talk to you and Paula? (rockstars girlfriend)" so they go over there and they're tryin to get him down and whatnot. Then i see Rockstar again and he looks seriously distraught. He goes "Your turn. Pete said he needs you to be there" So i go and the cops let me by and we're talkin to pete and he was sayin all this siht and we were singing No Woman No Cry and shit and we were out there for 3 hours talkin to him, and then one of the cops said sometihng stupid and so did one of the Peer Councelors and he dissapeared. He was getting a running start and jumped off the building. And then hit the ground. And bounced about 6 feet in the air. Everyone turned their heads expet for me. And then everyone was just in awe and standing there staring and i yelled GET HIM and it snapped the emergency people out of it and ran over to see if he was alive. As the ran over he let out the most awful moan i'd ever heard come from a human being. Both Rockstar and Paula like, grabbed me and had their heads buried in my chest crying. Petes parents were there. I felt kinda bad for them. and then they rushed him off to the hospital.
Chapter 5 - and the aftermath
He didnt die. Shattered his jaw, his wrists, his ankles, broke his legs, his arms, ribs, pelvis, fused some vertibrae. etc etc. They said that they had no clue as to how much acid was in his system, but he had about 35 pills worth of ritalin in his system.
They searched his room. they found his stereo on, the play button down, and inside was the tape of noise i had made for him at the end of the reel.
So all the little dillybitches and assholes and retards at my school who even remotely came in contact with pete were like "OH MY GOD< ITS my fault! I should have known," or "its my fualt, i bought acid from the kid" or "i saw him earlier that night, i should have done something" All this stupid shit, but these self absorbed fucks were trying to latch on to the event i guess for their own fame or whatever. But my roommate and Rockstar and i were all like "LOL, Fuck them, if it was anyones fault it was Noise's" because:
I had the car and got us to Camden
I was the one who had most of the money to buy the vial
I gave him the vial
I introduced him to ritalin
I made and played him the noise
I gave him the noise.
I was there when he climbed on the roof
I was there joking with him that it would be a good idea to go up there
And i was one of the 3 people other than the authrities and his parents who actually saw him jump.
Now a select few intelligent people know that it wasnt actually my fault that he jumped, but we like to joke that it was. And since this story has become sort of SUNY Purchase Lore, and Pete started calling me Noise, and all of our friends know that the Noise drove him insane, I got the name Noise, and it just stuck.
Then after a while it would be like "Hi, nice to meet you I'm Rob" And then my friend would say "Yeha, but we all call him Noise." then i'd get "OH YOU'RE NOISE? I always hear your name with these crazy ass stories. blah blah blah" And since my roommate was all athlete in HS and we were at an art school where there were no athletes, he was dubbed Jock. We were Jock and Noise.
The End
So thats my fucking long ass story of how i became Noise. And to think i left a lot out of it.
Oh yeah, and the Auto Show hits town this weekend, cant wait to go.
OKayyyyyyyyy, How i became 'Noise' SOOOOO. . . .
CHAPTER ONE -lol, i said it was kinda long
Several years ago, my 3rd freshman year, or my first year at my 3rd school, whatever way you want to look at it O=) it was the beginning of the school year, like the first month or so. For whatever reason i wanted to get some pills of E and eat them. So i was sitting eating with my friend Melissa in on of the dining crap-places and mid sentence i'm just like "...I know who should be able to get me E. . .i gotta find Pete!" Pete is this tall druggy kid with a heavy polish accent from Queens. So we leave the food place and we're walking and i say to her "I wonder where i'm gonna find Pete?"
No sooner did i say that, we see pete leave one of the dorm buildings look around, see me, and storm directly towards me. He grabs my shoulders and declares "We have to go to Camden!" Being that i was one of the few people wiht a car at the time, i was often volunteered for giving people rides (which is another story in itself) anyway, i'm like "Pete, do you know where i can get E?" And he tells me "Fuck E, we have to go to Camden right now to get a vial of liquid acid at the Further Festival."
Now i'd stopped doing acid at this point so i decided that it would be good for me to go down there and buy the bottle with him and sell it. I'm like, alright, lets go. Pete had been at some phish concert the previous 2 days and had been trippin the whole time (remember this later), so we couldnt use him as the guinnea pig to see if it was real, and I didnt do acid any more so i decided that we bring along Melissa who'd only done acid once in her life time to test if it was real or not. She gladly accepted the free drugs and agreed to come along to be our Dose Fairy. Then i went up to my room to get my stuff and whatnot and i run into my roommate.
A little about my roommate. So Reslife must have thought they were fucking comedians because they decided to stick me and my roommate together. I'm Rob. He's Rob. I'm from Staten Island. He's from Staten Island. So as soon as the 3rd day of fucking school we were already getting pissed off about how confusing it was introducing ourselves and etc. .blah blah blah. But he went to an all male catholic HS on staten island. He was a real freshman, i was a 3rd year freshman, much older than everyone. He was on the Track and Feild team in HS, never did any drugs, smoked pot once and 'didnt like it', only drank. Total all american kid at that time.
So my roommate see me gettin shit together in a rush and he's like "you goin somewhere?" And i tell him "Me Pete and Melissa are going down to Camden to buy some liquid Acid"
"Camden NJ?"
"Yep, wanna come?"
". . . . ... . . .sure why not."
So he puts on his NYPD fleece and we gather everyone and leave. I start down the road and Pete gives me this printout of directions to Camden. I take them look at them for a half a second and then through them out the window after realizing what they are.
I'm a liquid map. Actually i'm a human map, but one time i said i was a liquid map by accident, and i like the way that sounds better. So even though it makes no sense, i stick with it. So yeah, me, liquid map, dont need directions from some druggy friend who doesnt drive, i know how to get to camden. Whatever. . .soooooooo we drive down la de da, drive drive drive.
OK, so we finally get into camden and i ask Pete, "So, do you know where the venue is?"
"no"
"do you know the name of the venue?"
"nope"
"so basically this concert could be going on ANYWHERE in the city of Camden?"
"yeah"
"hrmmmmm, okaaaay then"
So i'm driving and then for whatever reason i decide to turn down some random street that was calling my name (this is also another recurring theme in other stories i have). I go down this street and drive down it for a few minutes and then all of a sudden we start seeing hippies and we know that we're getting close. Then all the way at the end of that random street is the venue. So we park the car and start lookin for the parking lot they use for all the vending and stuff cuz thats where the drug dealers are.
Fast forward to us walking around in the parking lot with the vending. . .we're walkin around, the four of us. Me and Pete are yellin "WE NEED DOSES!" and shit like that and goin up to people and tryin to find somewhere to get some. Melissa is just kinda havin fun following us around but is havin a hard time keepin up. And my roommate Rob just looked completely uncomfortable and out of place and kinda scared. Cuz i dont know about you, but i wouldnt want to have anything to do with the purchase of a vial of liquid unless i was the one buying it because from what i hear, jail isnt fun. SOOO, me and pete split up to cover more ground, and rob and melissa are just kidna not sure who to follow. And then next tihng i know Petes running up to me with these 2 guys following him.
Score. . .the only problem is Pete is a fucking retard and he only had not that much money on him. so i took all my money, and he took all his money, and Rob and Melissa had no money, and it came to $115. Pete also had this tiny nug of herb. So the guy (who might i ad looked like jesus) graciously took all our money and spotted the nug. We thanked him for bringing down the price and he gave the bottle of Sweet Breath to Pete.
Pete tilts his head back, Dose dose. Pete holds it out for me, i decline. Ditto for my roommmate. And he gives melissa 2 doses as well.
And then gives me the bottle to hold. This is the point where i inform them that i might not have enough money to get back to school if its not real so we'd have to go around selling fake doses for gas money. Good timing, right?
So now were walkin around joking waitign to see if it kicks in and if melissa starts tripping. So we're like yellin "Fake dose! Anyone wann a buy some fake doses?" and other nonsense like that. Then Pete starts yelling "Anyone need Doses? ANyone need fake doses? Anyone Seen My friend Joe?"
Joe had gone with Pete and others to that fish concert i'd mentioned earlier. But he dissapeared. Nobody knew what happened to him. So we all started yellin Anyone seen Joe? as a joke. and then some guy came up to us and was like "Joe? He had crazy hair and a red jacket and whatever?"
"YES! You seen him?"
"Yeah, i saw him at the phish show in pennsylvania the other day!"
"You know what happened to him?"
"Nope"
OK then. So now we're sitting next to this overpass just starin at Melissa waiting for her to start buggin and she feels this crazy resposibilty and pressure and is like STOP STARIGN AT ME! AHHHHH!
so like 45 minutes later she goes "Guys. . . .i. . .. dont...um...dont think i'm sober. No, no, i'm DEFINITELY NOT sober." We all rejoice and head back to the car. Now, mind you we all know each other for no more than a month, so even though we hang out all the time at school, we still really dont know each other. So as we're walking back to the car, without warning or any kind of explanation, I turn around and walk directly to this Sherrif's. The three of them are dumbfounded, confused and terrified. When i got there, i asked the sheriff directions on how to get back to the NJ turnpike. He gave me really good directions, but all i was doing was saying to myself over and over "I have a vial of liquid acid in my pocket HAHAHAHAHAH and you're a cop HAHAHAHAHA"
So i walk back to where the others are waiting in fear with this hhhhhuge grin on my face and they all yell at me and blah blah blah. Anyway....we get to the car and i take out gas money form the ATM now that we know its real cid
CHAPTER 2- back to school
So we're driving back to school and they're really startin to bug. Now Melissa was the shortest of the four of us, and she's like 5'11" at least. So, i'm driving, and my roommate is a big kid, so the two of us are sitting in the front seats. that leaves the two acid heads CRAMMED in the back seat of my car (which is all but nonexistant). If you check out the picks of my old car on SG you'll see that its not exaclty a 4 door sedan. So i put this tape on that my friend and i made of basically just Noises. They start screaming for me to turn it off and i do.
So i put on a bunch of different mix tapes that i had, each one getting increasingly more bugged out until i put the tape of Noise back in. By now they;re starting to peak and this time i dont turn it off. In fact, they're sitting on my speaker with the sub right behind their head and i turn the volume allllll the wayyyyy uuuuup. THey're sittin there cramped with their legs in their chests trippin listening to the entire 45 minutes of this obsurdity in hysterics.
The tape ends and Pete was in awe. He declared me a prophet. a superior being who has mastered and destroyed his universe via Noise. He called it pure auditory destruction.
Now we're back at school and we dose everyone. this is the point where several side-stories irrelivant to becoming Noise go, but they are for another time. The problem happense a few days later when i decide to dose myself with a liberal squeeze of liquid. I run into pete and i take him to my room. I count the money that we had made so far and i say, i'm keeping this. I give him the vial which is still about 85% full and say "I cant trust myself, i didnt want to do any and i did, so take it. Keep it, and keep the profits"
So he's like ALright.. . ..Heres the thing though. i had made about $500 already. So he should have made a few grand off that thign. He only made about $800. the rest he took himself over the course of the next week or 2 or 3. And every single time he was tripping he would grab me and wouldnt let me go until i played him Noise. EVERY TIME. We would all walk down to my car to watch him listening to it cuz it was so rediculous. Finally i got annoyed and made him his own copy which i would hear blasting out of his windows almost 24/7.
Chapter 3 - they give this to kids with ADD?
Now one day i decide it would be nice to put about 10 or so pills of Ritalin (20 mg slow release. . the good kind) up my nose. I was fucking jacked. So i'm flipping out bein all on amphetamines andwhatever and i run inot pete. he thinks i'm on coke, but i tell him nah, blah blah blah and i explain ritalin to him. Surprisingly, not only has he never had it, but he never even heard of it. So i reach into my pocket and give him whatever i had left, maybe another 10 or 15 or so.
Pete has now found a new favorite thing to do. . . put ritalin up his nose. Whenever i see him, he's always looking for someone to give sell him more rit. We'd be watching the playoffs or the world series (subway series year) and we'd see him walk by with tihs crazed look on his face, total upper-comedown face, always on a mission flipping out if he cant get any. back and forth. all hours of the day. Oh, and he's still doing all the acid too. And he's sill listening to Noise.
Chapter 4 - denumaunt (did i spell that right)
Now this one night pete's completely lost it. He thinks everyone is a narc except for me and 2 other people. He's goin around talkin all this crazy shit and whatnot and basically just scarin 'normal' people. So he says to a bunch of us "hey guys, i'm gonna go and climb up to the roof of the library (the tallest building on campus) and call out Joe Walsh" (the top cop on campus - we have state troupers at my school) And we say "Yeah Pete, that would be funny." instead of "thats not a good idea."
So we follow him over and he climbs up onto the low part of the roof and goes up to the high part and we decide "Hey, i/we dont want to get in trouble for being associated with him calling out a cop from the roof of the library." so we leave.
Fast forward to hours later and i see my friend Johnny Rockstar and i ask him if hes seen pete since earlier, which is when he says, "yeah, um, he's still on the roof and the cops are there and there fucking trouble." So we go over there to see but the cops send us away. A little while later a cop comes over and asks "which one of you is called Rockstar? Pete wants to talk to you and Paula? (rockstars girlfriend)" so they go over there and they're tryin to get him down and whatnot. Then i see Rockstar again and he looks seriously distraught. He goes "Your turn. Pete said he needs you to be there" So i go and the cops let me by and we're talkin to pete and he was sayin all this siht and we were singing No Woman No Cry and shit and we were out there for 3 hours talkin to him, and then one of the cops said sometihng stupid and so did one of the Peer Councelors and he dissapeared. He was getting a running start and jumped off the building. And then hit the ground. And bounced about 6 feet in the air. Everyone turned their heads expet for me. And then everyone was just in awe and standing there staring and i yelled GET HIM and it snapped the emergency people out of it and ran over to see if he was alive. As the ran over he let out the most awful moan i'd ever heard come from a human being. Both Rockstar and Paula like, grabbed me and had their heads buried in my chest crying. Petes parents were there. I felt kinda bad for them. and then they rushed him off to the hospital.
Chapter 5 - and the aftermath
He didnt die. Shattered his jaw, his wrists, his ankles, broke his legs, his arms, ribs, pelvis, fused some vertibrae. etc etc. They said that they had no clue as to how much acid was in his system, but he had about 35 pills worth of ritalin in his system.
They searched his room. they found his stereo on, the play button down, and inside was the tape of noise i had made for him at the end of the reel.
So all the little dillybitches and assholes and retards at my school who even remotely came in contact with pete were like "OH MY GOD< ITS my fault! I should have known," or "its my fualt, i bought acid from the kid" or "i saw him earlier that night, i should have done something" All this stupid shit, but these self absorbed fucks were trying to latch on to the event i guess for their own fame or whatever. But my roommate and Rockstar and i were all like "LOL, Fuck them, if it was anyones fault it was Noise's" because:
I had the car and got us to Camden
I was the one who had most of the money to buy the vial
I gave him the vial
I introduced him to ritalin
I made and played him the noise
I gave him the noise.
I was there when he climbed on the roof
I was there joking with him that it would be a good idea to go up there
And i was one of the 3 people other than the authrities and his parents who actually saw him jump.
Now a select few intelligent people know that it wasnt actually my fault that he jumped, but we like to joke that it was. And since this story has become sort of SUNY Purchase Lore, and Pete started calling me Noise, and all of our friends know that the Noise drove him insane, I got the name Noise, and it just stuck.
Then after a while it would be like "Hi, nice to meet you I'm Rob" And then my friend would say "Yeha, but we all call him Noise." then i'd get "OH YOU'RE NOISE? I always hear your name with these crazy ass stories. blah blah blah" And since my roommate was all athlete in HS and we were at an art school where there were no athletes, he was dubbed Jock. We were Jock and Noise.
The End
So thats my fucking long ass story of how i became Noise. And to think i left a lot out of it.
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