Who I am

Before I start my story, I'll need to tell you I am Saint Grimm, not Saint Grim. I made an unnoticed typo when creating my account on here, but anywhere else if you see "Saint Grimm" it is most likely me! Now onto business...

I will share here my life story as well as information about me. I will list the information first and those of you who wish to learn more may continue reading the very lengthy story of my life below.

General Information:
My name is Cody, I go by Saint Grimm. I am Nordic and proud! At the time of this post I am slightly over 2 weeks away from being 21 years old. I love to smoke and drink, but am currently out of jail on bond and am taking a plea for 5 years of probation that includes restrictions on drinking. I also love tattoos and Harley Davidson motorcycles! I have the most amazing wife in the world that does her best to help me through my depression. We have been together for 2 years and live in my mom's basement. I dropped out of high school after being failed 2 years in a row (freshman year) due to my attendance. I had a 4.0 gradepoint average, but my attendance was around 32%. I have a questing service here on Sythe that is currently out of business, but may return someday. I am also in the middle of writing my first full length book. I'll be giving out a limited amount of copies for review purposes when the book is completed. Click "E Books" in my signature often to see if I have completed the book yet. I have orientation for my first ever real job in 3 days. Any other info along with all of this info can be found in the story below.

Religion:
I find religion to be very important to me. I am an Odinist. I worship Odin as well as the other Norse gods. The Vikings also followed this religion, but their views were slightly different and is often called Norse Paganism, and by some, Norse Mythology.

Vikings were primitive people. Great warriors who valued their combat ability over everything else. These primitive people knew of "space" and the "universe" long before most other civilizations, this is because the gods came from space. They live/lived on other planets.

A little joke I like to tell to Christians when they claim my religion is a myth:

Jesus didn't even last 24 hours hanging on the cross. Odin impaled himself willingly from a tree with his own spear and hung there for 9 entire days to just to gain knowledge of the universe.

The Life & Times of Saint Grimm


Part 1: The Early Years​

I was born in August of '92 as Cody Pickering to a biker chick mother and a redneck father. My mother is adopted along with her brother and I have never been able to find where her blood ancestry comes from. My father is a mix of Norwegian and German as far as I can trace his ancestry. I consider myself of Nordic descent and am very proud of the heritage on my father's side.

At such a young age I do not remember for myself but from my mother's words, my father was an asshole. They fought a lot and once he even shoved her into my crib, knocking us both to the ground. When I was 3 years old my mother left him and I did not see him again until I was 14. The only memory I have of his home is a wall of glass, windows from the ceiling to the floor, looking out over a large field.

My mother loved me very much when I was younger. I remember watching scary movies when I was just a very, very young child such as Halloween and Friday the 13th. I also remember laying in bed late into the night watching cartoons such as Rocky and Bullwinkle with her. And when she was ready to sleep, she would tease me about "the sleep monster" that would come and eat me if I didn't go to sleep and she would growl and make noises to scare me.

My mother worked, and still does, in a factory around 30 some miles away and has changed shifts a lot through the years. Working either 10pm - 6am or 6am - 2pm. When she first left my father we moved into an apartment on her adoptive parents, who I will refer to as my grandparents throughout this, property. The apartment looked like a barn. The ground floor was my grandfather's garage for his truck as well as his workshop while upstairs was the apartment. It was small. It has a very small kitchen that is open to the living room, the living room is separated from the from the bedroom by a "halfwall" and the only other room is the bathroom. I spent most of the time in at my grandparents' actual house, due to them not wanting to wake up at 5am to watch me when mom went to work, so I would spend the night there both when she worked the night and day shift.

I also remember many boyfriends she had. Her second husband (first after I was born), Steven, was also a redneck. At this time we were renting a house, the same house my mother's grandmother lived in. I don't remember much about him at all except that he chewed Grizzly chew and one time he took me hunting. On our hunting trip we never actually went into the woods for I was far too young, around 4 I think, but we drove around and I remember him jumping out of the truck and shooting at a deer across a field. I also remember one time when they were fighting, my mom and I came home one night to find the house trashed. The TV was smashed on the floor and all of the furniture was thrown around. When the got divorced, he threatened to kill her and one morning when she came home from work his car was parked outside of the house so she went to the police station only to found out he had been arrested because a cop had drove by and found him sitting in his car with a shotgun.

She had many boyfriends between her 2 husbands. Most of them were rednecks as well, we live in a redneck state after all. I don't remember a lot of them, but I do remember a man named Darrel. He was also a redneck and the only spec of memory I have of him is punching through the window on the door when mom locked him out during a fight. I think he had kids too, but I can't recall.

The next boyfriend I can remember was Rick. He wasn't as much of a redneck as he was a farmer boy. He owned a farm with a lot of animals and was very strict. I remember him making me do push-ups every night before bed at the age of 6. And when I got into trouble, my punishment was also push-ups. I smoked pot for the first time with him, but didn't know it was pot at the time. When I asked why he smoked "sucker sticks" (I guess that's what a joint looks like to a little kid) they just told me because he liked them. I remember I rode with him and one of his friends to put gas in his farm truck and they were passing a "sucker stick" back and forth and he handed it to me, so of course I hit it, but being so young I don't think I knew how to inhale. One night he was being meaner than usual and I called grandma to come pick me up. When she got there he refused to let her into the house, so she slapped him. And he shoved her back and slammed the door, this is a 70 year old woman we're talking about, she fell down the concrete stairs and busted her head on the metal railing. She had to be rushed to the hospital, but Rick wasn't arrested due to the cops saying they would have to arrest grandma too for hitting him. Needless to say, I never saw Rick again.

By the time I turned 7 mom had a new boyfriend. His name was Sean. Me and him got along very well. He wasn't a redneck but more of a "weirdo" listening to death metal and dressing all in black. After awhile, mom's birth control failed and I had a half-brother on the way. During the time my mom dated him, he was in prison twice, both for DUIs. After he got out the 2nd time, mom was 9 months along and ready to pop at any minute and they were fighting, so she called his parole officer and told her that Sean couldn't live there acting like that, especially with a baby on the way, so they broke up and I've only seen him a couple times since then. Once, he was at a carnival wearing a long blonde wig and wearing a short dress. I'm not sure if maybe that's why he doesn't try to stay out of prison (wink wink) or if he was just fuckin' around.

I was 8 when my brother was born, in September of the year 2000, only 3 days after 9/11, and also on my mom's birthday. He was named Kyle. Being so spoiled my entire life, I quickly grew very jealous of the new baby and the jealousy to this day hasn't subsided. It was also this year I met the person who would be my best friend for many years, his name was also Kyle. In order to avoid any confusion I will call him Kyle S. when I refer to him.

Kyle S. was 6 years older than me, he was 14 when I was 8. We didn't really hangout much until I was older, but I met him when I was 8. By the time I was 10 I walked to his house everyday after school and we hungout on his porch smoking cigarettes and sometimes drinking alcohol. Once and awhile we drove around in his old 80s Cadillac bigbody.

Part 2: The Gothic Years​

When I was 12 my mom married her second husband, Bill. Bill has to be the biggest redneck I have ever met. Had an application to join the Ku Klux Klan and had what I call a "sabertooth mustache" and a beer belly so big he looked pregnant. He was a really nice guy until they were wed. Afterwards he was the biggest asshole I had ever met. He worked at the same factory my mom did/does but didn't sleep the same hours as her. She went to bed as soon as they got home and got up when I got out of school. He stayed up until noon and slept until 7 at night. I wasn't aloud to have friends over, because if I were to wake him up it'd mean hell for everyone. Supper was expected on the table and still hot right when he woke up at 7pm.

I had shoulder length hair and had just gotten my first pair of bondage pants right before they got married. I remember the day, we went to Hottopic and I got a pair of TRIPPs and a HIM heatagram logo t-shirt. I painted my nails black for the first time on their wedding day. Of course he targeted me for being a "goth kid" and called me a faggot all the time. The one time I looked at him being nice to me after they got married he wasn't even being nice to me. I had been walking home to find a kid bullying my brother who was about his age, 8 years younger than me, and I grabbed his bike by the handlebars and told him to fuck off. He took off running and fell, scrapping his knee. His parents called the cops and said I pushed him down. When the cops showed up my mom told me to go out the back door. I ran out, jumped the backyard fence and hid behind a tree. When my mom told the cop I wasn't there, he pushed past her and just came into the house without a warrant (that's illegal) and searched the house for me. He even went into mom and Bill's room and searched around with Bill being asleep (which could have easily ended with a bullet hole in the cops head). After not finding me, he came outside and spotted me and called me over. I didn't resist and went back to the front yard where he started yelling at me, threatening to arrest me (yes, at age 12. But the cops already didn't like me due to the many, many cigarette confiscations.) The yelling woke Bill up and he came outside in nothing but his tighty whiteys acting very aggressive. The cop backed away with his hand on his gun and threatened to call backup, but Bill didn't stop and eventually the cop just said he was going to file a report and left.

At 13 Bill had taken up physical abuse as well as the mental abuse of calling me names all of the time and using his words to make me scared of him. This is when I started smoking weed regularly. I had met a kid only a year and a half older than me who was a stoner and had just moved to town. When he saw the home troubles I was dealing with, offered to smoke me up. His name was Shane. The daily changed from hanging out with Kyle S. and my time was now split between drinking with Kyle S. and smoking with Shane. Whenever I had money, I bought a sack and smoked Shane up, when I didn't I just went over and he smoked me out. It was also when I was 13 that my mother told me she loved me for the last time. Still to this day whenever she leaves for work I say "bye, love you" and my only response is the door shutting.

When I was 14, I met my second "girlfriend" (the first didn't last long enough to really matter). It was a long distance relationship, she lived around 30 miles away and we mostly only talked over the internet. Kyle S. took me to see her a few times. I then met a girl in school and being able to hangout with her, I decided to breakup with Jessica (the girl 30mi away) and went on a date with Tiffany. After awhile I found myself missing Jessica, Tiffany was nice and pretty, but she didn't make me feel like Jessica did, so I broke up with Tiffany and got back with Jessica. Tiffany's aunt, who is clearly a psycho bitch, didn't like the fact I had left Tiffany for my ex-girlfriend and called the cops and told them I had threatened to shoot up the school. I was taken for a mental evaluation and found 100% sane, lying on every question. Some of the questions I didn't know how they could not know I was lying. For example, they asked if I had ever cut myself, with open gashes in my arms I told them no and they didn't even notice. I was taken to a juvenile detention center around 45 miles away from home. I sat in this child-jail for a month waiting for court. When court finally came I was acquitted, as there was no evidence against me, just that bitch's word. However, they brought up past charges of an accidental assault (getting off the school bus I accidentally slapped a girl in the head with my shop project and didn't even realize it until the principle called me that night.) and was given 30 days house arrest. Only allowed to leave with my mom and I was suspended from school for 180 days for the threat of shooting it up, even thought I was acquitted of the charges. I broke my house arrest and logged into MSN messenger to talk to Jessica. She said she was sorry, but she didn't want to be with someone who had been locked up and had found someone new while I was in JJC. This is when I became addicted to Runescape. I had nothing else to do. I couldn't leave, I couldn't have friends over and I couldn't talk on the phone. After my 30 days were up, I continued to spend most of my day playing RS. I still hungout with Shane and got stoned, Kyle S. and got drunk, but not near as much. I was enrolled into alternative school where I would finish out the rest of the 6th grade as well as the 7th grade still with all As.

One day, I got tired of being hit and one day when Bill hit me I got up and hit him back. Busted his nose and knocked him on his ass. He looked at my mom and yelled, "Do something with your brat!" and my mom just looked away and didn't say anything. Bill got mad that she wouldn't back him up and stood up, packed his things, called his brother to come get him and left. Even though he blamed me for the divorce he was going through, he came back in July and brought my brother and I fireworks, trying to suck up to my mom but the gesture didn't work and a couple months later the divorce was finalized.

Also when I was 14 I also lost my virginity. I dated the School Slut, who was a freshman in the public high school while I was in the alternative middle school. As an A student and a goth kid, no one saw it coming, but we broke my bed with the rough sex. We had a good run, but with me being new to sex, I wanted as much of it from wherever I could get it and she wasn't okay with an open relationship, so she left me to my sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.

During July of that year, I was walking home from Shane's house stoned out of my mind when a junky old big body car pulled up beside me. The windows were tinted and I couldn't see who was inside, but the window cracked and someone called out "get in." I did. I didn't care about myself. I didn't care if it was a murderer inside the car. I just didn't give a fuck. As I got into the car and closed the door, I looked into the front seat to see who had picked me up. This event would change my life forever. The driver looked like a young guy straight out of a 70s porno. He was wearing a denim jacket, had long hair and sideburns and bell bottom jeans. The guy in the passenger seat was pretty buff, wearing a leather biker jacket and had a bright red mohawk. "I'm Timmy, and this is my brother Jerry," he said pointing over to the guy in the driver seat as he handed me a lit blunt. We drove around until the blunt was gone and they dropped me off at my house.

A couple days later, Timmy and Jerry showed up at my door and asked if I wanted to party. This is when I found out Timmy was 25 and Jerry was 21. We went to Timmy's house where I met his wife and 2 kids. He started breaking down some weed on the living room table and we spent the weekend in a haze. After a short while of hanging out with Timmy and Jerry, he asked if I wanted to meet his crew. Timmy was the leader of the Missouri chapter of the SKUNX (Skinheads Punx & Drunx). His second in command, Chip, an old biker dude in his late 50s. The crew consisted of mainly bikers. There was Adam, who was in his mid 30s, Big joe, late 40s, and Big Joe's punk rock daughter, Taylor, who was in her early 20s. Timmy said I could join the crew, but even though I was so young I had to go through initiation just like anyone else. I agreed and was beat down by 4 fully grown men, but I didn't shed 1 tear and when it was over, I stood up, bloody, and puffed out my chest. I was a in.

Timmy told me how he had been in the SKUNX out in California where the original crew was founded. He had joined after famous Rancid guitarist, Lars Frederiksen, had already become famous but had met once when he visited the crew. He decided he wanted to move to a smaller community and came to Missouri where he had met a girl (his then wife) and brought his brother along with him and founded the Missouri chapter. Jerry wasn't a part of the crew, but was allowed to hang around because he was Timmy's little brother.

As a part of the SKUNX I got involved with the Missouri cocaine trade. Timmy had people from Cali who brought the product to him for a dirt cheap price, then we sold it for resale value and made huge profits. I had just turned 15 years old and was making more every week than my mom did. I spent the cash foolishly. Expensive goth and punk clothing, drugs, alcohol, leaving large tips for waitress I found attractive (once I left a $220 USD tip.) I was buying weed by the pound and cocaine by the ounce. Everyday was a party, and amazingly I still managed to hold my 4.0 grade point average. Every weekend we threw a party at a small building Timmy rented out of town just off the highway from Moberly to Columbia. People would drive the 40 some miles from Columbia just to attend the parties. They were WILD. We all threw in cash and spent around 2 grand USD every weekend on drugs and alcohol for the parties. And everyone knew just who ran the show. If I got horny I'd tell Timmy and he'd call over a random girl and tell her to sleep with me, without resisting, the girl would take me into one of the bedrooms and we'd have sex. I was 15 years old sleeping with women in their 20s and sometimes even 30s.

I also dated Taylor, Big Joe's daughter, off and on. We never had sex, she said it just didn't feel right with me being so young. But we'd cuddle up on the couch and watch movies and makeout. We both slept with other people, but never got in another relationship, because even so, we were together. The sex with other people was just that, sex. And it didn't mean anything to either of us when we were sleeping with other people.

I was living the good life. But then in January of 2007, only 6 months after my life of luxury had began, Timmy showed up at my door in a panic. He gave me his 9mm and told me he was going away for awhile but to keep it safe until he got back. That night he was arrested. He had gotten too messed up on drugs and robbed a local Breaktime gas station. He had walked in with a baseball bat with nails and railroad spikes driven through it to make it into a deadly spiked club and robbed them for the $30 in the cash register, a box of blunt wraps and a box of beef jerky. I can't remember his original sentence, but I think it was 10 years in prison for armed robbery.

For the next 3 years we lived under Chip's rule. We did the routine drop off of the coke and pick up of the cash in an abandoned factory building on the outskirts of Moberly. We put 50% of the cash back for Timmy when he got out, put 10% towards lawyers to get him out on parole and split the remaining 40% among ourselves. We still threw our parties, but my sex-life spiraled downhill without Timmy to send sex my way. My drug use grew, trying everything from meth to heroin. The heroin scared me to death. I knew after the first hit if I was ever offered it again, I wouldn't be able to say no. I tried meth but it just made me sick. Before long, my main fix was liquid PCP.

I would like to take a moment to help the misinformed. A sherm stick (my main fix) is NOT a cigarette dipped in embalming fluid. That will KILL YOU! Liquid PCP got the street name "embalming fluid" and people dip a cigarette or joint into the PCP to make a sherm stick.

I was spending around $1,000 USD on sherm every week. It's very hard to find in my area and was double the price of what it is in big cities like NYC or LA. The trip lasted all day. It made me numb. I couldn't feel pain. And the high was completely describable. I was a junkie, a druggie, a loose cannon and arrested more than once for aggravated assault throughout the 3 years. Each time I managed to get acquitted or only have to pay a fine, which is no problem when your making as much cash as I was.

Part 3: The Ballad of the Saint of Sin​

In January of 2009, Taylor and I went our separate ways. She had met someone she had grown to care for. Johnathan. It wasn't the worst of news either. In November We got our first complaint. Our buyers claimed our dropoff had been light and demanded we refund 25% of the cash paid. We did so and began weighing out the shipments carefully and making sure everything was right. However, week after week they claimed the shipment was light. Timmy was contacted over a smuggled cell phone and told us just to give them a 25% discount until he could get out and deal with it, he was due for a parole hearing in January.

Not long after Taylor and I split up, I was invited to a party with a girl I wanted to sleep with. Before she picked me up I drank a can of beer and smoked a couple blunts, ready for a crazy night. When she picked me up she mentioned that she was glad I came along, she knew of my violent record and wanted me with her so no guys would try to take advantage of her while she was drunk, it wasn't a date, she wasn't interested in me, I was a fucking bodyguard. We got to the party and it was very small. Around 7 people total and I knew them all except the girl throwing the party. Knowing I wasn't going to get laid and that my only excitement for the night would be a fight if someone tried to get with Sara, the girl I was there with, I began drinking heavily. I drank too many beers to count, 2 shots of jack and I remember a single, but fat, joint was passed around. Sara left around midnight, but I wanted to stay and get fucked up (at that point all I had was the joint and 1 shot of jack). Around 3am I was tore up and was there was only me, the girl throwing the party and a girl I went to school with. I got up and started for the door, ready to walk the mile or so back home, but the girl throwing the party insisted I stay and pointed me in the direction of where I could sleep. She followed me in and began pulling at my pants, but I was too fucked up and felt sick, so I told her no. I told her no a few more times before she started fucking me, and once I was inside her, I just shut up and took it.

A week later the girl from the party, Kelly, called me and told me she was pregnant. I was young and dumb and believed her, I didn't know a pregnancy test wouldn't work just a week afterwards, so we got together. The relationship was rocky from the start. I didn't much care for her but I felt a responsibility for her being pregnant and wanted to be there for my child. She went monthly to the doctor, so I really did believe she was pregnant, that's what she told me she was going for and I guess she hid her periods very well as I never noticed.

In may she admitted to not really being pregnant before, but she really was now and had the pregnancy test to prove it. she also admitted to cheating on me and wasn't sure if it was mine or the person she had slept with. By this time I had developed "forced" feelings for Kelly and was pretty badly hurt by her cheating and especially felt hurt that the child might not be mine. Needless to say I beat the motherfucker into the ground and stayed with her in case the child was mine.

We fought constantly. I couldn't trust her due to her cheating. I became controlling and angry. It was in August, on my birthday of 2009 that our fights first became physical. Kelly was living with me at this point and wanted to ditch me on my birthday to hangout with a slut who was known for fucking entire groups of men at once. I demanded she spend my birthday with me and told her she couldn't go. She started yelling at me and I told her "shut up, mom don't wanna hear it," and she replied, "then that bitch can come tell me." Even though my mom doesn't tell me she loves me, and may really not love me anymore, I still love her and I don't let anyone speak badly about her. I smacked her in her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up. I started throwing her shit out onto the front lawn and one of my neighbors called the cops, saying I was beating my girlfriend. The cops showed up and Kelly moved out, but I wasn't charged with anything.

About a month or so later, Kelly called and wanted to work things out. With my child in mind I agreed and moved in with her and her mom, sister and mom's boyfriend. However, it wasn't long before I fights began getting violent again. Every weekend I came back to my mom's house to spend the weekend here, I missed her and I hated my life. I was drunk from the time I woke up until the time I went to bed just so I could manage to deal with Kelly. After I went back from visiting mom, Kelly had a new story of cheating on me, every single week.

One night, I went out with Chip and the crew and got drunk. I told Kelly I'd be back by 9pm but didn't get home until 10pm. When I walked into the house she was standing in the doorway of our bedroom. She looked at me and asked, "who you been fuckin'?" I just shook my head and pushed past her and said "I'm not in the mood for your shit, I'm going to bed." My vision flashed white and I felt a burning sensation on the top of my head. As my vision came back, I was laying on the floor and she was standing over me with a monkey wrench in her hand and got ontop of me, lifted the wrench up to smash it down on my face and I hit her as hard as I could in the mouth. I got up and walked out. I walked 4 miles to the ER with blood dripping off my goatee. I got staples in my head and as I walked out into the waiting room, found a group of cops waiting for me. They arrested me for domestic assault and hauled me off to jail. I was only in jail for an hour before Shane came to bail me out (I couldn't get in touch with any of the SKUNX crew, they were most likely passed out). And slept on Shane's mom's couch until the court date. Kelly requested the charges dropped and they were. Stupidly, I moved in with her again.

Things hadn't changed one bit. We still fought all the time and I stayed drunk 24/7. I had to go to the doctor due to stomach problems and after a bunch of tests, they found a stress ulcer in my stomach. The doctor told me if I didn't stop drinking, the alcohol could cause the ulcer to burst and kill me. I didn't care, I kept drinking, in fact, I was hoping I would die and finally be free of this hell. The only time I was happy was when I was asleep, and while I slept I dreamed of murdering her. Every single night my dreams were filled with new ways to murder Kelly. I knew if I stayed any longer I would end up hurting my unborn child and end up in prison for life. In October, after 10 months of hell, I finally left.

One night I was riding around with Kyle S. and the new girlfriend he had hooked me up with when Kelly called. She wanted me to stop by and get my shit that I had accidentally left there. Kyle S. took me to her house and I got my things. As I was leaving a piece of paper with some sketches on it fell out of my pile of notebooks. Kelly yelled after me but I told her I didn't need it. As I got in the car, her little sister who was only 15 got between me and the car door so I couldn't close it. She refused to move and as me and Kyle S. both yelled at her. I grabbed the door handle and began slamming the door against her, smashing her between the door and car. She jumped into the car on my lap and started clawing me with her nails. Her knees were on my thighs and I was unable to reach into my pocket and get my switchblade, but Kyle S. had a knife in the center console. I grabbed it, flipped it open and got ready to stab her. Kyle S. grabbed my hand at the last second and stopped the knife. It took a chunk out of her boob, but if he hadn't stopped me it would have pierced her heart. She fell out of the car in surprise and we drove off quickly. We stopped by my girlfriends house to dispose of all of our knives after I used my knife to make the scratches look much worse than they really were and went to the police station, knowing that they had called the cops.

As I walked in a cop was on his way out but stopped and said "I was just about to come looking for you." We all lied and said we didn't have knives, we didn't do anything and she had attacked me. Police took pictures of the scratches on my arms and face and arrested Kelly's sister and sent her off to a juvenile detention center. For once I had won the fight.

Missy and I didn't last long. We broke up just a couple months later but are still friends to this day. My daughter was born January 31st 2010. Ayden Lynn Stewart. We had agreed on the name Aiden and I got it tattooed on my arm, Kelly changed the spelling to Ayden just to piss me off. After Kelly and I broke up, she had told me many times she miscarried, but of course she's a chronic liar and loves to start shit with me. She refused to tell me when my daughter was born and her current boyfriend called me and told me, because he thought I had a right to know. Kelly left him for telling me.

The thousands and thousands of dollars given to the lawyer paid off, and Timmy was released on parole in January of 2010, exactly 3 years after he was sentenced. As soon as he got out, he began breaking his parole. Firstly by retrieving the gun he had left with me as well as an automatic rifle he had left with Chip. While in prison his wife had divorced him and taken their kids down south to the lake of the Ozarks. Timmy moved in with Jerry and began contacting people about the light shipments. It only took him 1 week to find out some teenager in a town pretty far away had somehow learned about the dropoff and was skimming out of it between the dropoff and pickup. I won't say where he lived or what we did for legal reasons, but we were violent and got a small amount of cocaine and a good amount of money back and moved the dropoff to a new location. The day after, Timmy gave me the red laces I still wear in my combat boots to this day, and as the youngest member of the crew, I was outranked only by Timmy and Chip.

Kelly refused to let me see my child. A couple of times she invited me over to visit with her, but when I showed up the cops were waiting for me. Luckily I had saved the text messages and was able to avoid jail time. After the second time of Kelly trying to lure me into a trap, the cop told me to just stay away and not come back no matter what she said.

In early spring Adam had a motorcycle wreck and died. Shortly after, just as summer reared its head, Timmy broke his parole once again. He decided Chip and himself would go back to California to open up new possibilities and bring more profits our way. Timmy told me they would be back in 1 week. 2 weeks went by and no one had heard from Timmy or Chip. Their phones were off and Timmy and Jerry's parents hadn't seen them since they first got to Cali. A week later Jerry called me and told me Timmy and Chip had both been found dead.

Jerry went back to Cali for the funeral and decided to stay. He moved back in with his parents and we have since lost touch. Not long after Big Joe said this place was just bad luck, after 3 deaths in the same year he moved back to Alabama and took Taylor and John with him. Taylor and John later got married and moved to NYC and over time I lost touch with all of them. SKUNX had ended. My cash flow had halted to a complete stop. Not long afterwards, I got a skull with a mohawk tattooed on my shoulder. Above the skull it says "R.I.P." and under the skull it says "Timmy George, 1981 -2010". The tattoo is very poor quality, but in honor of my friend, my brother, my father figure, I plan to get it fixed and made into the most amazing piece on my body.

Part 4: Gangsters & Thugs​

In later 2010, I met a kid a couple of years younger than me who went by D. He was a wigger (thats not meant to be racist. That's the only term I know for a white person who dresses like a "gangsta") but he had good connects. At first we had it rough, we would pick up cans on the streets, fuck around all day to get $5. But every evening we had scrapped up enough for a blunt. At first that's all one would hear from us. In fact, for a long time, people called me and D the 5 dollar blunts.

After a few months we hit it big. D got a connection down in Columbia getting weed for $50 for an ounce. We became non-profit dealers. We sold it for normal price, $50 for a half ounce and smoked the other half. At one point were selling a half an ounce and smoke a half every single day. A few months later, we got an even better connection. Good weed for reggie prices. We were paying $25 for a quarter of purple kush and selling it for $20 for 1 gram. The first night we got the good for so cheap, we bought an ounce of kush for $100 and sat in my basement on the floor staring at the wall across the room just smoking blunt after blunt.

One night we were unable to get to Columbia because D's girlfriend's car broke down so I called Shane. He said his friend was trying to sell a half. So we agreed to buy it. I had smoked a sherm stick earlier that evening and was pretty pumped up. We met the guy selling it, I had the cash in my palm and leaned against his car. He showed me the bag but I demanded to hold it before I would pay him. At first he refused, but finally let me hold it. While I was holding it up to the street light to see what it was, because it definitely wasn't weed, he grabbed the money out of my hand and drove off.

The car was loud so we could heard it driving through the quiet night in the direction of Shane's house and we both ran full speed. As we got there, the 2 guys who were in the car were standing outside. The PCP in my system was going crazy. As we got close one of the guys pussied out and gave D a wad of cash, but I was already to far gone. I pulled out my knife and yelled, "No pussy shit mother fucker, someones going to die!" They both ran back to their car and the guy who had took the money out of my hand ended up getting locked out of the car. I was too crazy to worry about the one outside of the car and had already set my sights on the one inside it. I started beating on the car with the palms of my hands, making the car shake like it was in a tornado. I'm not sure how long D had been yelling at me, but when he finally got my attention I looked around and saw the entire street was out on their front lawns watching me.

We ran off down the street, between houses and came out a few blocks away. We stopped to count the money and found we only had $35 out of the $50. I said "fuck it, I'm done with this shit" and started running back towards Shane's house. They saw us coming and jumped into the car and tried to escape. As the drove past the last thing that entered my mind was "If they hit me they have to stop to see if I'm alive, and if I am, they're all dead." And I jumped out in front of the car and got hit head on at around 30 mph.

The impact threw me onto the hood of the car and I held onto the hood where the windshield meets it and starred at Sam, letting him know I was serious and I was going to kill him. The air suction started pulling me off of the hood and I feared I would be sucked under the wheel and crushed, so I threw myself off of the car and hit the pavement HARD. I literally bounced off of the road.

I feel at this point this post is getting WAY to long, so I'll start using less detail and if you want more details on this part, refer to all of the posts I have made and read any post about my life. But anyway, my arms and left leg was all torn up, covered in blood, but nothing was broken. Shane ended up giving us the other $15 because he felt bad and hadn't realized they were trying to fuck people over.

Skipping ahead over a long time of me doing nothing but playing Runescape... In August of 2011 I met the love of my life and wife, Bethany. We have currently been together 2 years and I have loved every moment of it.

Skipping ahead some more... In January of 2012 Kelly called me and told me she would move back to Missouri and let me see Ayden if I would get back with her. I agreed but had no intention at all of actually being with her. I spent Ayden's 2nd birthday with her before telling Kelly there was no chance I'd leave Beth for her. She didn't let me see my daughter again until right before her 3rd birthday when she heard I was planning on taking her to court for custody (and had a good chance at winning due to her already losing custody once when she had moved to Kansas). During our short meet, Kelly invited me to Ayden's 3rd birthday but 1 day before, called and said if I showed up, she'd call the cops so I didn't event attempt to attend.

During 2012 I started hanging out with Shane's little sister a lot. She became my main connect for weed and we got high together all of the time. She was my only friend except for Bethany as Shane had moved out of state and Kyle S. had stolen a notebook full of my MMORPG games info and hacked my Rappelz, Shaiya and Runescape accounts. (I am currently in a battle with him trying to get my maxed Runescape account back.) In late summer of 2012, Sarah, me and 2 of her friends got stopped while smoking weed at the lake. I took the fall for the weed, even though it wasn't even mine because the girl who brought the weed was pregnant, and Sarah was leaving for college the next day so I felt I needed to take one for the team.

In February of this year (2013), I got my GED. I then got the papers needed to take Kelly to court for custody, but the court wanted around $300 in service fees, which I didn't have. So I gave up on having any kind of life with my child and killed that part of me.

Last month, (the end of June), I was arrested for a Class D felony for non-support. I'm around 6k in debt to child support. My preliminary hearing is on the 22nd of July (tomorrow) and my lawyer will be waving it so we can take a plea bargain on my actual court date, which he estimates will be either August 22nd or August 27th.

On the 24th of July I have orientation for my first job making $525/weekly and I can finally start paying off my huge debt, though child support will keep me trapped in my mother's basement for at least the next 5 years. Everyday I'm fighting with depression and pushing onward to new horizons in the name of Odin and all that I believe in. I consider myself a strong person, and I suppose I am for even with depression and the million little things that put me down every single day, I survive.

My wife has calmed me down a lot and my violent history is almost a thing of the past. I still have violent tendencies pretty often, but am able to control them, especially with being out on bond. I don't want to go back to jail and so far that has kept me from being violent, or breaking the law at all.

I may update this from time to time for anyone interested enough to care where my life goes from here. Wish me luck and may Odin give me the strength triumph in victory over every battle of my life. Hail Odin and goodnight.

 

*Claps*

 

I was bored. Decided to make a new signature and had an open spot after e book, questing service and vouches. So I decided what better to post than an autobiography right? No need to clap though. lol.

 

I actually really enjoyed this.

It would be a pretty interesting thread if other sythe users also posted their autobiographies.

Btw, whats up with "hail odin"?

 

oh god please tell me odinist is a joke...

atheism ftw

 

Read all of it. Great read. It's surprising when you here life stories as such, especially on a site like this. Hope life treats you well now.

 

Wow, what a read. Sorry to hear bout all your struggles. Just keep your head up and try your best man. Hope everything works out for you.

 

This was actually a nice read, made me feel better about my life. GL in your life and hope everything works out.

 

I'm glad I could entertain you for a time. I agree, as I would enjoy reading other peoples' life stories.

Odin is the main deity I worship. It is a religion where you can not be controlled, and therefore it was named a "heathen" religion by christians during the crusades. It is the religion the vikings followed. The only real "commandment" is that you are honorable and strong. Many think it requires to be violent, but there are more than one "heaven" in my religion. One is called "Hel" it is where people who die of old age, sickness or something similar go to. Evil people, such as those who are not honorable and do bad things that they know and understand is wrong also go to Hel, but they do not go to the "good" part of hel where the old and sick go. Those who die in battle are split up 50/50. Some go to Folkvang and some go to Valhalla. The most desired location of all is Valhalla however, due to going to Valhalla means you sit amongst not only the greatest of warriors, but also Odin himself.

I respect your beliefs, I expect you to respect mine as well. If your going to be an asshole about what everyone other than you believes in, please do not post on my threads any longer.

I'm glad you found my life worth reading the entire thing. I know that we don't see many full "life-stories" on this site and it would be interesting if they made a section just for those kinds of stories

Thank you for your sympathies, I do my best, as thats all anyone really can do. I hope everything works out for you as well!

I'm glad you enjoyed it as well, I'm also glad I could make you feel better thank you for the goodluck and good luck to you too! Just remember, no matter how bad your life is, there are lives that are much worse. I know there are many people with much worse lives around, probably even quite a few here on this forum.

 

amazing read. my lifes problems are miniscule compared to you. Glad you got to experience true great things like friendship.

 

To all the people saying "nice read" I doubt you read it all lol. I read some of it anyway. Nice story.

 

It wasn't a complete tl;dr read, I read the first two sections and I actually really liked it. That was some great reading, and a very great story. Anyway, I'm sorry for your struggles but I'm sure things will turn up for you as you're a nice guy . GL on the job btw. Sorry about your friend Timmy by the way :/.

 

I wouldn't call it true friendship. I with Timmy he was like both a father and a brother, but D and the rest weren't true friends. We were druggies and druggies tend to stick together, just because we know theres a better chance we'll get our next hit sooner if we're around someone likely to have it. I looked at D as a partner, he looked at me as a way to expand his weed intake and recently I found out from his sister he was stealing from me the entire time we were hanging out. Things went missing a lot, but I just expected it was by people I didn't know who was around to buy weed from us.

Shane, me and him still talk I wouldn't say we're close. He lives in Illinois now. He ripped me off a lot when I was buying from him, but I really didn't mind as he smoked me out so much. But considering I smoked my bags with him too and he was profiting for them, he probably didn't have a right to pull out a gram or more of ever bag I bought.

Shane's little sister, shes cool. Shes in college right now and I don't see her much anymore, I looked at her as a sibling, someone to take care of and keep out of trouble, one of the main reasons I took the fall for the weed in her car. But last time she came to town she didn't even tell me she was back, I had to hear it from one of her "real" friends, a friend that refused to take the fall and said if that she wasn't going to jail she didn't care if all of us had to. (yeah and Sarah goes to see her when she comes back instead of the person who claimed the bud).

I'm glad you enjoyed what you read. I don't mind if people don't read it all, I really don't even mind if people rip on me for the choices I made when I was younger, as long as the "ripping" stays here doesn't follow me to other threads over this post!

I'm not sure what "tl;dr" means. I'm glad I you liked what you read as well. I do my best to make my life worth living, and the job was pretty much a scam. If your interested in finding out more about the job, find my post "Should I even take this job?" in the person support section. As for Timmy, its fine. I'll always miss him and wish he was around, but in some ways it was for the better. If I was still doing what I was doing around him, I would have never met my amazing wife. I'd probably be sitting in prison with him right now.

 

Uhm, just a heads up bud.
All religions were madw up to prevent spiritual knowledge which is the actual
True Religion,
If you will.

Christianity it fake, as are the rest.
You're only limiting yourself to everything with religions.

But goodluck hailing odin, sir.

 

wow you wrote a lot but it was interesting im happy you have a wife that really supports you like that

ps. you sure had a lot of rednecks in your life

edit: just read the whole thing this was amazing. Your child support situation is really rough tho :/ but how did you maintain a 4.0 gpa or w/e like how were you so smart doing all the drugs and everything !?!? Also instead of the 525 a week and being trapped in your mothers basement why don't you also get back to school? if you are really that smart you can become something much greater

 

I read every paragraph. I think a novel would be a great fit for your situation, but maybe that should wait until after you get a steady paying job and you finally kick some of those drug problems.

Heart goes out to you man, good luck winning custody. Kelly sounds like a real bitch :/

 

1st part , 9 paragraphs down, September 11 most certainly did not happen in 2000!

It's a messed up world we live in. Some people have dads that scurry away from their family, some people have dads that stick around their whole life and not only abuse their children but constantly fight, drink, and all together create a horrible atmosphere and outcome for their kids. I used to ask myself what was really worse, and really I guess I still haven't found that answer. All I can tell you is be thankful for what you have (Things like your momma who's giving you a free place to stay. I know she might not have a good track record with boyfriends, and you didn't deserve that, but there are lots of people that don't get the luxury your mom gives you). Also get a job and move out of the basement, man!

 

It was a good read and yes i read it all. Lifes hard you can ether give up or keep trying. stay strong.