Post by Larry Allman on Oct 17, 2010 0:29:54 GMT -8
Name: Larry Allman
Age:18
Nationality: Something!
Teacher Class: Janitor
Height: 6"0
Weight: 175
Personality:The strong silent type is one way to describe him, if he was actually strong. Larry although skilled in using a mop and moving the bucket and other such nonsense, he's just a big softy. This man is known to be silent, for the most part, although that could be because his comrade never seems to let him speak. Regardless, at work he's quite, but will talk...eventually. although if you say anything about the motherf****** times, you will hear quite the earful. Kind to small animals, he's got a warm aura. Although he seems cool and put together, for the most part his mind is wandering and his responses are halfhearted... for the most part. Good Point: decent sense of humor? Although probably greatly effected by Lady Maryjane
History:
This is my story, parts may be a little over exaggerated, the flashing lights and colours may not have been there.. But somewhere deep in our hearts we believe in them and the talking gnomes. For they shall always be our best friends,like Dark Side of the moon and Animals. This goes out to all those kids who think they can and the magic of Pink Floyd. Remember, just because you hit the wall, doesn't mean you shouldn't get up and run full force again. It could move... or you could end up in a hospital.
So stories always start with mom and dad,right? Sometimes if the writer feels like it is relevant, he'll throw in some bullshit story about the family further down the tree. This isn't one of those stories riddled with drama and strife, no violence, lost love, or anything like that. No tears will or should ever be shed, for this is just the story of one young man and the family whom he just wandered away.
There is a certain period of time where everyone decides it's time to get the fuck out of the nest. Where the world seems bright and shiny, everything is inviting and screams for you to walk its streets and explore. Where you win some, you lose some,you befriend Maryjane, you meet your best friend, lose some, win some, and finally find yourself in a mess. All while staring at the barren walls of an abandoned building you and your buddy find yourselves laughing. Why? Simply because you can. In the face of anything, it's best to laugh and enjoy yourself. It's not good for your health to be unhappy.
Dropped out, had a blast, found a job. Cut back on the partying, and now enjoy a charming life of checking out girls, smoking pot, and cleaning the public high school 259. What more can a man ask for? Apart froma place to raise some sick little plants a raise.
That was the abridged version of my life. Free from tales of the gnomes and the lights hat just wouldn't stop dancing. Although, those tales are best left to the minds of the curious; otherwise they'd go unappreciated. Since the spectrum of light is so boring to those intellectuals. It's the world to us. So rock on!
Age:18
Nationality: Something!
Teacher Class: Janitor
Height: 6"0
Weight: 175
Personality:The strong silent type is one way to describe him, if he was actually strong. Larry although skilled in using a mop and moving the bucket and other such nonsense, he's just a big softy. This man is known to be silent, for the most part, although that could be because his comrade never seems to let him speak. Regardless, at work he's quite, but will talk...eventually. although if you say anything about the motherf****** times, you will hear quite the earful. Kind to small animals, he's got a warm aura. Although he seems cool and put together, for the most part his mind is wandering and his responses are halfhearted... for the most part. Good Point: decent sense of humor? Although probably greatly effected by Lady Maryjane
History:
This is my story, parts may be a little over exaggerated, the flashing lights and colours may not have been there.. But somewhere deep in our hearts we believe in them and the talking gnomes. For they shall always be our best friends,like Dark Side of the moon and Animals. This goes out to all those kids who think they can and the magic of Pink Floyd. Remember, just because you hit the wall, doesn't mean you shouldn't get up and run full force again. It could move... or you could end up in a hospital.
So stories always start with mom and dad,right? Sometimes if the writer feels like it is relevant, he'll throw in some bullshit story about the family further down the tree. This isn't one of those stories riddled with drama and strife, no violence, lost love, or anything like that. No tears will or should ever be shed, for this is just the story of one young man and the family whom he just wandered away.
There is a certain period of time where everyone decides it's time to get the fuck out of the nest. Where the world seems bright and shiny, everything is inviting and screams for you to walk its streets and explore. Where you win some, you lose some,you befriend Maryjane, you meet your best friend, lose some, win some, and finally find yourself in a mess. All while staring at the barren walls of an abandoned building you and your buddy find yourselves laughing. Why? Simply because you can. In the face of anything, it's best to laugh and enjoy yourself. It's not good for your health to be unhappy.
Dropped out, had a blast, found a job. Cut back on the partying, and now enjoy a charming life of checking out girls, smoking pot, and cleaning the public high school 259. What more can a man ask for? Apart from
That was the abridged version of my life. Free from tales of the gnomes and the lights hat just wouldn't stop dancing. Although, those tales are best left to the minds of the curious; otherwise they'd go unappreciated. Since the spectrum of light is so boring to those intellectuals. It's the world to us. So rock on!