My name is Ian Pratt in case you didn't know. My life story is a boring depressing story that proves that life is short, meaningless, and unfair. Every year of my life gets worse and worse. Where to start, hmmm...
When I was a little kid, I hade it made. I had a lot of friends and didn't get bitched at all the time. I didn't get in trouble or any of that shit. I got straight A's. Sean Lawrence and I started a little riot in 3rd grade and pissed of all the teachers. I used to travel around the country with my dad during the summers. Chad Johnson and I were best friends and did all this stupid stuff. Ahh, things were great...
When I was in 4th grade (I was about 9) my dad got sick and died and left me with my bitch mom.
Damn. When I was little my grandparents on my dad's side died. I didn't really care. I was a little kid, what difference did it make? The only thing that pisses me off is that practicly my whole family died of fucking cancer. My dad, grandma, aunt, other grandpa, fuck - even my cat died of cancer. And another thing, I'm probably next.
Well, the year my dad died I skipped a lot of school. Aww fuck, who am I kidding, I still skip a lot of school. That's not the point. I was so depressed for a while. But I got over it and started to pretend I was so I could get out of school and other stuff. Heh heh...
In fifth grade I started getting into trouble. Forging my mom's signature, not doing my homework, vandalizing stuff (I don't remeber what but I know I did.) In sixth grade I just skipped and pissed everyone off. That summer I got busted for spray painting a fucking rock. God, how dumb can people be. That is when I started getting pissed at the pigs.
At the begining of 7th grade, my mom got pissed at me cause we always bitched at each other. She though I was ADD so she took me to a hospital to see if I was. But instead some fucked up nurse convinced her that I needed to be locked up. I didn't even talk to the bitch or anyone else for that matter! Well then I finally do talk to the nurse and I started crying cause I didn't want to stay in the hospitals little nut house. She said "Are you gonna get violent?" I said no but after she said that it made me want to paint the walls with her brains. Well, I took a little tour of the nut house. It was fucked up. I had to ride around in a wheelchair wearing a gown with security guards following me. I saw this big padded room with a medevil-like lock on it. I saw all these kids that were really messed up. Even a few teenagers. I hear this short little fat kid ask a nurse "Is he a new one?" Damnnnn! That little fucker must of been in there for months. Well I finally got out and didn't have to stay.
Things got worse with my mom and she called the pigs on me a few times. I also bought a slingshot from the hardware store and Procter the pig came over cause I was shooting stuff with it. So, I started getting a rep with the pigs. My mom threw shit at me and rammed me in to the wall one time but they didn't care. She even threw me out and I had to stay at friends houses at least 10 times. And the pigs never believed me. Ok, I'm not a really nice person and it wasn't all her fault, but something needed to be done.
One time we got in a big fight. She started pushing me and I kicked her and ran a few feet into a table. She was approching me from behind so I picked it up and kinda dangled it just to scare her. I didn't try to kill her or anything, I was just fuckin scared, OK? It worked. She locked herself into a room and called the pigs. I ran to a friends house and they got me there. And what luck, Procter arrested me. Then I got to visit all my friends in the big house, yeah, the big house. I'm tellin ya, there are some FUCKED up people in there. Everyone either stole a car or got caught smoking weed or drinking. And everyone was 15 to 16 accept for me and this other kid that came in the same time I did. He was black and his name was Justin. I think he was 10. Well I was scared the whole time and I was really sissy about everything. I guess that started my little habit of talking to me self. I did before but not as much as I do now. I take these little walks at night, sometimes at 10, 11, 12, even later, and I talk to myself so much you'd think there was a group of people there. Anyway, I managed to get out scotch free.
Not much has changed. I am really smart and I have been wasting my intellegence for the past 3 or 4 years. I am still fighting with my lunatic mom. Thanks for reading. Not the whole thing but I don't think you'd really care.