I thought this would be slightly more appropriate here than in "something for all" as I don't consider this an "intelligent discussion" I consider it me venting as well as yet again, telling you all the story of my life, so I guess it should go here.
My real names Cody. I've gone by Grimm for years. It started when I was the scary fat goth kid in school at the age of 13, one of my friends took to calling me "Prince Grim" and it stuck and evolved to "Saint Grimm" and finally it was just "Grimm".
I was a spoiled fucking brat when I was young. Mommy gave me everything. And all I had to do was stay with my grandparents for most of the day and deal with her fighting with the guys she dated/married over the years.
Most of you that would even be interested in reading this have already read about my life, so I won't go into much detail... been abused physically and mentally by a stepfather, done most every drug, been shot at, stabbed, hit by a car, and even knocked up a trailer park skank.
Now, if any of you haven't read my previous "life" posts, your all caught up without reading an hour worth of bullshit that doesn't mean anything to anyone but myself.
Where am I today? Fresh out of jail. Some of you may be thinking "What? Last I heard you were turning your life around". Well I tried. I got my GED in order to find a job, and it didn't happen soon enough. I found myself in jail for not being able to pay child support. Class D felony for non-support. Max sentence, 5 years in prison. The people I met in jail told me that the state I live in is the WORST for child support, in fact, I know a man one state over who has a job, but refuses to pay child support and has done so for 16 years. His 16 year old son has never seen a cent and this man owes over $20,000 USD in child support and has never spent a day in jail. I owe somewhere between $5,000 and $6,000 USD and have done time and like I said, have a max sentence of 5 years.
My attorney says there's almost no chance at all I'll get 5 years, but if I don't take a plea bargain for 5 years probation, I will most likely do prison time, possibly a year or more. He also says that the judge that I'm going in front of ALWAYS makes no alcohol a requirement for the probation. If I drink just 1 beer and get called in for a piss test within 7 days, to prison I shall go.
At this point, I'm asking myself "whats the point of even trying?", then out of the blue I get a call. A job. 525 USD per week, 45 hours per week. What do I have to do? Sit on my ass. I'll be answering phones and answering questions about a product if a customer is having problems with said product. Air conditioning, no hard labor, good money. Awesome right? No. The baby mamma is trashy and wants everything handed to her, my attorney said to expect at least 50% of my paycheck taken + more as a condition of my probation. Now, 6 grand in debt, making 525 a week and paying around 300 dollars a month. 525 is before taxes, so lets say more like 400 a week. This leaves me 600 USD per month after child support rapes me.
I don't know how many of you reading this live in America, but a gallon of milk is close to $10 USD. So the way I see it, I'll be living with my mother for the next 15 years, another 18 if my daughter goes to college... I'm 21 next month, if I'm held down like this until my daughter is 18, I'll be 36 before I can afford to move out of my mother's house.
Now this is where I've discovered I am a loser. (yeah, you'd think I would have realized that when the thought of being in my 30s and living with my mother crossed my mind).
I'll start from the first. A good friend of mine and myself started a runescape account around 9 years ago. We shared the account until it was level 77, back in 2007. At this point he grew tired of the game and quit playing. Now, in 2013, I have gotten the account to all 99s except 95 slayer. Drygore mace set, about a 400m bank. Not much for almost 10 years of playing, but what can I say, I'm just an average Joe with depression problems that never gets to see his kid, just looking to waste time playing a game.
Now this "friend" I haven't talked to in around 3 years or so. Today when I got home I find he has stolen the runescape account. Of course I was a bit upset, I'm at risk of losing all of my RS items and cash I've worked so hard to get, but then I got a lot upset... I considered how he had all the original details and I do not, I may not get the account back, big fuckin' deal I'll find something else to do with my spare time... That's when it hit me...
I have no friends. I don't make friends easily. I do not like people. I don't just go out and meet people. The only friends I have, is my immediate family and my wife. 99% of the time, I don't even answer the door because I don't want to be around anyone.
And worst of all... Runescape is my ONLY hobby! Yes, I'm a writer. No writing is not a hobby to me. I enjoy it to an extent, but mostly, it feels more like working than being a hobby. So now, not only did I waste 10 years of my life on a meaningless hobby, I have NOTHING to show for it, and NOTHING to do in my spare time but sit around wishing I had something to do.
I'm a fuckin' loser. Something like Runescape, a child's online game, is all I have to do with my spare time? If I was able to drink and/or get high, that wouldn't be an issue, drinking myself sick and smoking weed until I passed out were once my hobbies, but now, for the next 5 years I will have no hobby.
Its not as simple as it may all sound. I have some kind of imbalance in my brain that won't let me do things. Its not that I'm too nervous to talk to people and make friends, its that I do NOT want too. I don't like being around people period, if I thought I had the surviving skills to do so, I'd go live on a mountain and hunt/farm my own food and just live with me and my wife til I die, but honestly, I wouldn't last more than a week in the wild.
I don't enjoy crafts, or xbox. What kind of hobbies would I like to have? I'd love to buy a Harley Davidson and just go on rides with my hair blowing in the wind. And tattoos. If I could get a job as a tattoo artist, I wouldn't feel like work was work, I'd actually enjoy it and my work could be my hobby. Why are these things problems? Making so little a month due to child support that I can't even pay bills, means I probably don't have enough cash for a $60,000+ USD bike or art/anatomy classes in college to become a tattoo artist/piercer. So we might as well cut all of that out. Where does that put me? Right back in front of my computer playing Runescape when I'm not with my wife... But wait... I don't have a Runescape account anymore.
So the story thus far... I'll be making 600 USD month after child support, but due to my weekly wages before child support I do not qualify for government help, so none of those food stamps I would literally require just to survive in this country on 600 a month. My only hobby has been stolen right from under my nose and the only 2 other things I'm interested in are so far out of my reach that I might as well not even consider them possibilities.
Living life like this, how long before my wife leaves me? How long before my mom's fed up of me leeching off her and kicks me to the street? How long until my weak mind folds under pressure and I break probation for some relief and I end up in prison anyway? Today, I have had to stop and ask myself, why is my picture not in the dictionary next to the word "loser"?
My real names Cody. I've gone by Grimm for years. It started when I was the scary fat goth kid in school at the age of 13, one of my friends took to calling me "Prince Grim" and it stuck and evolved to "Saint Grimm" and finally it was just "Grimm".
I was a spoiled fucking brat when I was young. Mommy gave me everything. And all I had to do was stay with my grandparents for most of the day and deal with her fighting with the guys she dated/married over the years.
Most of you that would even be interested in reading this have already read about my life, so I won't go into much detail... been abused physically and mentally by a stepfather, done most every drug, been shot at, stabbed, hit by a car, and even knocked up a trailer park skank.
Now, if any of you haven't read my previous "life" posts, your all caught up without reading an hour worth of bullshit that doesn't mean anything to anyone but myself.
Where am I today? Fresh out of jail. Some of you may be thinking "What? Last I heard you were turning your life around". Well I tried. I got my GED in order to find a job, and it didn't happen soon enough. I found myself in jail for not being able to pay child support. Class D felony for non-support. Max sentence, 5 years in prison. The people I met in jail told me that the state I live in is the WORST for child support, in fact, I know a man one state over who has a job, but refuses to pay child support and has done so for 16 years. His 16 year old son has never seen a cent and this man owes over $20,000 USD in child support and has never spent a day in jail. I owe somewhere between $5,000 and $6,000 USD and have done time and like I said, have a max sentence of 5 years.
My attorney says there's almost no chance at all I'll get 5 years, but if I don't take a plea bargain for 5 years probation, I will most likely do prison time, possibly a year or more. He also says that the judge that I'm going in front of ALWAYS makes no alcohol a requirement for the probation. If I drink just 1 beer and get called in for a piss test within 7 days, to prison I shall go.
At this point, I'm asking myself "whats the point of even trying?", then out of the blue I get a call. A job. 525 USD per week, 45 hours per week. What do I have to do? Sit on my ass. I'll be answering phones and answering questions about a product if a customer is having problems with said product. Air conditioning, no hard labor, good money. Awesome right? No. The baby mamma is trashy and wants everything handed to her, my attorney said to expect at least 50% of my paycheck taken + more as a condition of my probation. Now, 6 grand in debt, making 525 a week and paying around 300 dollars a month. 525 is before taxes, so lets say more like 400 a week. This leaves me 600 USD per month after child support rapes me.
I don't know how many of you reading this live in America, but a gallon of milk is close to $10 USD. So the way I see it, I'll be living with my mother for the next 15 years, another 18 if my daughter goes to college... I'm 21 next month, if I'm held down like this until my daughter is 18, I'll be 36 before I can afford to move out of my mother's house.
Now this is where I've discovered I am a loser. (yeah, you'd think I would have realized that when the thought of being in my 30s and living with my mother crossed my mind).
I'll start from the first. A good friend of mine and myself started a runescape account around 9 years ago. We shared the account until it was level 77, back in 2007. At this point he grew tired of the game and quit playing. Now, in 2013, I have gotten the account to all 99s except 95 slayer. Drygore mace set, about a 400m bank. Not much for almost 10 years of playing, but what can I say, I'm just an average Joe with depression problems that never gets to see his kid, just looking to waste time playing a game.
Now this "friend" I haven't talked to in around 3 years or so. Today when I got home I find he has stolen the runescape account. Of course I was a bit upset, I'm at risk of losing all of my RS items and cash I've worked so hard to get, but then I got a lot upset... I considered how he had all the original details and I do not, I may not get the account back, big fuckin' deal I'll find something else to do with my spare time... That's when it hit me...
I have no friends. I don't make friends easily. I do not like people. I don't just go out and meet people. The only friends I have, is my immediate family and my wife. 99% of the time, I don't even answer the door because I don't want to be around anyone.
And worst of all... Runescape is my ONLY hobby! Yes, I'm a writer. No writing is not a hobby to me. I enjoy it to an extent, but mostly, it feels more like working than being a hobby. So now, not only did I waste 10 years of my life on a meaningless hobby, I have NOTHING to show for it, and NOTHING to do in my spare time but sit around wishing I had something to do.
I'm a fuckin' loser. Something like Runescape, a child's online game, is all I have to do with my spare time? If I was able to drink and/or get high, that wouldn't be an issue, drinking myself sick and smoking weed until I passed out were once my hobbies, but now, for the next 5 years I will have no hobby.
Its not as simple as it may all sound. I have some kind of imbalance in my brain that won't let me do things. Its not that I'm too nervous to talk to people and make friends, its that I do NOT want too. I don't like being around people period, if I thought I had the surviving skills to do so, I'd go live on a mountain and hunt/farm my own food and just live with me and my wife til I die, but honestly, I wouldn't last more than a week in the wild.
I don't enjoy crafts, or xbox. What kind of hobbies would I like to have? I'd love to buy a Harley Davidson and just go on rides with my hair blowing in the wind. And tattoos. If I could get a job as a tattoo artist, I wouldn't feel like work was work, I'd actually enjoy it and my work could be my hobby. Why are these things problems? Making so little a month due to child support that I can't even pay bills, means I probably don't have enough cash for a $60,000+ USD bike or art/anatomy classes in college to become a tattoo artist/piercer. So we might as well cut all of that out. Where does that put me? Right back in front of my computer playing Runescape when I'm not with my wife... But wait... I don't have a Runescape account anymore.
So the story thus far... I'll be making 600 USD month after child support, but due to my weekly wages before child support I do not qualify for government help, so none of those food stamps I would literally require just to survive in this country on 600 a month. My only hobby has been stolen right from under my nose and the only 2 other things I'm interested in are so far out of my reach that I might as well not even consider them possibilities.
Living life like this, how long before my wife leaves me? How long before my mom's fed up of me leeching off her and kicks me to the street? How long until my weak mind folds under pressure and I break probation for some relief and I end up in prison anyway? Today, I have had to stop and ask myself, why is my picture not in the dictionary next to the word "loser"?



































