yeah...the first actual memory i have of my life was making my uncles aids quilt and seeing it be put with the giant aids quilt....that was in 1991 and i was three....im shocked i can remember something so vividly from so long ago
Rex, your fire reminds me of a fire we went through...sort of...kinda. Not really I guess. When we lived in an apartment building, the guy in the apartment next to us was a professional clown. He was also a child molester that specialized in little boys. My brother was 3? My mom was scared for him. So one night a bunch of people burned the fucker out. I have a fear of clowns because of that guy to this day. He never did anything to me or my brother, but every time I see a clown, that sicko pops in my head.
John Wayne Gacy?
I was afraid of clowns for the longest time because my mom took us to a circus when I was like, 4. The clowns were doing clown stuff, and one of them shot the other with a fake gun, which the one being shot's ass caught on fire. He runs around screaming his lungs out (it was part of the act) and while everyone is laughing I began screaming. I couldn't figure out why nobody was trying to help that poor clown while he was obviously burning to death. From then on I was afraid of them. I don't know why, maybe I thought they would spontaneously combust?
Now, sometime before middle school, I had started getting into metal. I had this game for the Sega Dreamcast called Jet Grind Radio, which had a really cool soundtrack. It's how I discovered Cold and Rob Zombie. I knew of other bands, but didn't listen to them. Hell, I would even feel bad if I listened to a song with a swear word in it. I even stayed away from bands that were "satanic" like AC/DC because I was so misinformed <______> Anyway, the only other source of kids in my life were from Bible Camp each summer, which I went up until last summer when I finally said fuck it. Anyway, I had this Goth babysitter which was the teenage daughter of a friend of my Mom, and she had babysat me from time to time, and she is basically a lifetime friend for me. I've told this part before, but I'm gonna retype it because I don't want to dig through tons of pages to find it. Basically, we would sit, talk, and play video games the whole time, and when I showed her Zombie and Cold, she showed me bands like MSI, SOAD, Disturbed, and most importantly, Slipknot. I was listening to other metal bands like NIN at this point, or at least knew of them, so I wasn't really a total metalhead at this point, but I was getting there. I had a pair of Tripp pants from Hot Topic, but I swore I would never get tattoos or piercings because I didn't wanna be like the people there. Importantly, Marilyn Manson was my favorite at this point.
As I was now in 6th grade, I was back in public school. The kids were merciless, making fun of my voice (which I was in speech therapy for 4 years to try and make it sound better, because I had some serious speech impediments) and anything else they could get at, but I eventually made some friends in my grade, but I fit in well with the Gamer/Geek clique in the 7th grade, the first kids to be nice to me at all there. It's also the year I would meet one of my very best friends, although me and him wouldn't be tight until the next year, and today we hang all the time. I was such a loser, I would do anything to get the kids to like me, and would do stupid shit for attention. I was such a loser, that I let my mom do my back-to-school shopping for me, and I walked in during the first few weeks wearing Kakhi Pants and Hawaiian shirts. Gradually, my wardrobe became darker and darker. I loved Hot Topic, when it was good. On many, many days in 7th and 8th grade, I would come in wearing goth makeup and tripp pants and everything. While in 6th grade still, I was now a huge fan of Slipknot, and they inspired me. I realized that I didn't have to take anyones shit, that I could just say fuck you to the people who didn't like me, and it honestly gave me the confidence that I severely lacked. You can laugh all you want, but Slipknot is what gave me an identity. If you think I'm stupid for needing a band to tell me not to be friends with jerks, or to get confidence and feel better about myself, fuck you, because I needed SOMETHING, and I sure as hell wasn't getting it from anyone else. To this day, I'll always wonder how I would have turned out if I hadn't have been homeschooled.
Through Korn, Slipknot, ICP, SOAD, and other bands I was listening to, I slowly discovered heavier stuff. Two events of notice: Me, My babysitter, and my Mom all went down to Lansing during spring break, and we went to the mall there. I got talking to the worker dude, who looked like Wayne Static, about music, and I bought shirts and everything, and we got talking about music. He was like, "Dude, if you like System of a Down, you'll love this." He put in a CD over the PA, and I was really digging it. I even asked my mom if she would buy it for me, and she asked what it was, and I said it was what was playing, and she was like, "Eh...I don't think so, not this time." The year was 2006, and the CD was Atreyu's "Deathgrip on Yesterday." I don't like them now, but I'll listen to that album every now and then for nostalgic purposes. The second event took place while I was slacking off in class watching Music videos instead of working. It was Yahoo Music, and I had just watched Mansons "The Dope Show" for the millionth time, when "Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse came up. "Kill" had come out that year, and I loved it. I didn't even know what to make of it at first, as Death Metal was something completely new to me, although I was open to the idea because Atreyu had softened me to Metalcore. I bootlegged the song on limewire and a few other songs, but eventually, in a very pussy move, deleted them, because I felt they were "too heavy." Strangely, I remember being able to do semi-decent corpsegrinder growls. At least for a 6th grade.
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I was afraid of clowns for the longest time because my mom took us to a circus when I was like, 4. The clowns were doing clown stuff, and one of them shot the other with a fake gun, which the one being shot's ass caught on fire. He runs around screaming his lungs out (it was part of the act) and while everyone is laughing I began screaming. I couldn't figure out why nobody was trying to help that poor clown while he was obviously burning to death. From then on I was afraid of them. I don't know why, maybe I thought they would spontaneously combust?
But Christ, your story is terrifying.
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Bitches gonna bitch, I guess.
not to damper the thread or be a dick but slap you gave me a great idea
good idea for a thread tho
Now, sometime before middle school, I had started getting into metal. I had this game for the Sega Dreamcast called Jet Grind Radio, which had a really cool soundtrack. It's how I discovered Cold and Rob Zombie. I knew of other bands, but didn't listen to them. Hell, I would even feel bad if I listened to a song with a swear word in it. I even stayed away from bands that were "satanic" like AC/DC because I was so misinformed <______> Anyway, the only other source of kids in my life were from Bible Camp each summer, which I went up until last summer when I finally said fuck it. Anyway, I had this Goth babysitter which was the teenage daughter of a friend of my Mom, and she had babysat me from time to time, and she is basically a lifetime friend for me. I've told this part before, but I'm gonna retype it because I don't want to dig through tons of pages to find it. Basically, we would sit, talk, and play video games the whole time, and when I showed her Zombie and Cold, she showed me bands like MSI, SOAD, Disturbed, and most importantly, Slipknot. I was listening to other metal bands like NIN at this point, or at least knew of them, so I wasn't really a total metalhead at this point, but I was getting there. I had a pair of Tripp pants from Hot Topic, but I swore I would never get tattoos or piercings because I didn't wanna be like the people there. Importantly, Marilyn Manson was my favorite at this point.
As I was now in 6th grade, I was back in public school. The kids were merciless, making fun of my voice (which I was in speech therapy for 4 years to try and make it sound better, because I had some serious speech impediments) and anything else they could get at, but I eventually made some friends in my grade, but I fit in well with the Gamer/Geek clique in the 7th grade, the first kids to be nice to me at all there. It's also the year I would meet one of my very best friends, although me and him wouldn't be tight until the next year, and today we hang all the time. I was such a loser, I would do anything to get the kids to like me, and would do stupid shit for attention. I was such a loser, that I let my mom do my back-to-school shopping for me, and I walked in during the first few weeks wearing Kakhi Pants and Hawaiian shirts. Gradually, my wardrobe became darker and darker. I loved Hot Topic, when it was good. On many, many days in 7th and 8th grade, I would come in wearing goth makeup and tripp pants and everything. While in 6th grade still, I was now a huge fan of Slipknot, and they inspired me. I realized that I didn't have to take anyones shit, that I could just say fuck you to the people who didn't like me, and it honestly gave me the confidence that I severely lacked. You can laugh all you want, but Slipknot is what gave me an identity. If you think I'm stupid for needing a band to tell me not to be friends with jerks, or to get confidence and feel better about myself, fuck you, because I needed SOMETHING, and I sure as hell wasn't getting it from anyone else. To this day, I'll always wonder how I would have turned out if I hadn't have been homeschooled.
Through Korn, Slipknot, ICP, SOAD, and other bands I was listening to, I slowly discovered heavier stuff. Two events of notice: Me, My babysitter, and my Mom all went down to Lansing during spring break, and we went to the mall there. I got talking to the worker dude, who looked like Wayne Static, about music, and I bought shirts and everything, and we got talking about music. He was like, "Dude, if you like System of a Down, you'll love this." He put in a CD over the PA, and I was really digging it. I even asked my mom if she would buy it for me, and she asked what it was, and I said it was what was playing, and she was like, "Eh...I don't think so, not this time." The year was 2006, and the CD was Atreyu's "Deathgrip on Yesterday." I don't like them now, but I'll listen to that album every now and then for nostalgic purposes.
The second event took place while I was slacking off in class watching Music videos instead of working. It was Yahoo Music, and I had just watched Mansons "The Dope Show" for the millionth time, when "Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse came up. "Kill" had come out that year, and I loved it. I didn't even know what to make of it at first, as Death Metal was something completely new to me, although I was open to the idea because Atreyu had softened me to Metalcore. I bootlegged the song on limewire and a few other songs, but eventually, in a very pussy move, deleted them, because I felt they were "too heavy." Strangely, I remember being able to do semi-decent corpsegrinder growls. At least for a 6th grade.
Part 3 on the way, I need another break.