Post by tarnie4 on Apr 12, 2012 17:58:07 GMT -5
Dominic Oscar Wickman
LOCAL, TWENTY FOUR, ARROGANT , BRASH, WOMANIZER, CHRIS PINE, NEW HAVEN
So, my name is Dominic Oscar Wickman, I know, what a tragic name, which is why I prefer to be called Dom, nothing else, only my family get to call me Dommy or full name me and that's just because no matter what I say, they don't stop, so I don't have much choice in the matter. I'm 24, I smoke, I drink, I sleep around and generally live a party guy lifestyle, I've got a decent job with a decent wage that allows me to travel a lot, major perk because I get itchy feet if I stay in one place too long. I live in an apartment that is more than adequate and seriously cheap for what it is, my old pet is a hamster named Winston (A gift from a short lived relationship when my fish died), I eat dinner with my family every other Friday because even though I'm an ass and I know it, and although my parents look at me like the biggest let down, I love them -and I guess I take a little too much joy pissing them off when I fill them in on all of the trouble I'm making in my life- and I guess that is kind of the basics but apparently that's not enough and I have to delve deeper and reveal or find something out about myself or some crap.
As a kid I was always average in school, not the brightest spark but not the dullest either, just average, normal, forgettable. I was also (shockingly looking at me now) and average or even less than average looking kid, I was chubby and short with gozzy eyes and teeth going all over the place. My poor mom was terrified I was going to get bullied when I got to middle school, and for the first year I was there, I did, but instead of letting it get me down it made me better, gave me a tougher skin and all that clique crap. Thankfully, at some point during my first year at middle school I grew out of it, I got tall, found sports, lost weight, my wonky eye was finally straight enough for me to not wear glasses (my teeth weren't a problem at this point cause they'd all fallen out and grown back straight -thank the lord-) All of a sudden I wasn't the forgotten kid that people ignored but that cool jock kid that people liked. By the time I got to high school people had all but forgotten that I was the relatively ugly kid, I was like a king in high school, ok, I was the king prom and homecoming and all that lame shit. I was the captain of the hockey team, football team and the soccer team and co-captain of the basketball team, I dated the hottest girl in school (and I may have cheated on her with the second and the third hottest girls at school but I'll let you decided if that was a rumor or truth as we go along) I got pretty wrapped up in all of this fun that my grades eventually slipped from average to awful but I didn't really care. I didn't think I need to be bright to be great at sports; something that my rents (namely my mother) didn't share my thoughts on, they were constantly on my back about dropping something so I could focus on studying more, my argument was always that they had Mitch to be smart, they had me to bring the family name down as the dead beat loser.
Before I knew it, senior year rolled around, I knew what I wanted to do with my life, I wanted to be a hockey player, though my relationship with my parents was often tense and mostly consisted of arguments and slamming doors I loved them, still do, but it sucked big time that they didn't support me, the main reason I loved hockey so much was because my dad got me into it, always taking me and Mitch to games as a kid and teaching me to play when I was 4. It always baffled me, why they were so against me doing something I loved. Now, I guess I understand a little, since during my senior year, in a stupid 'friendly' game of football with our rival high school, I took a hit that screwed up my knee so much that it ruined all of my sporting dreams before I could even show a scout what I had. The 'I told you so' look on my mothers face as I lay in the hospital bed with my leg all casted up was about as painful as the actual injury pre-morphine.
After that I moaped around a lot, felt sorry for myself and pissed off at the world. I barely left the house while I was recovering and going through physio, I felt about ready to give up and become a damn burger king manager for the rest of my life until my mom decided it was time to give me a slap across the face and a reality check, and yes, she actually slapped me but it was for my own good. I don't know why it worked, I've gone through most of my life knowing I'm a disappointment to the woman, that she raised me better than to be the arrogant sleaze ball (her words) I am but something stuck in what she said and I picked myself up, picked my grades up and even managed to squeeze into college (it was no Yale like Mitch but it was college) I set myself a new track (career wise, everything else about me pretty much stayed the same) if I couldn't be a professional sports player, I could make them, I became a Sports agent and though it doesn't quite have the thrill of actually playing, its still pretty awesome. I travel, I meet great people and its still my passion and my dream even if I'm not the one living it out.
Things were good for me, in fact, I'd say things were great for me. I live a cushy life, I hope from town to town, sleep with beautiful women and then don't get all of the drama because I've left before anyone gets any feelings invested in anything, I love my job and everything else. The only trouble in my life, the only worry is my baby brother. See, he's kind of the missing part to all of this history and everything, he's the opposite to me, he's a sweet, caring, gentle kid, he's smart and all of the things I never was, the golden boy by a mile. I've always been super protective of him, ever since he was born (so I'm told) so it was a huge change to all of our lives when the shooting happened. Before then he was a happy guy, and now he's a shell of the person he used to be. No one had to ask me to move when it happened, I was there for him as soon as I found out and I have been since, I don't stay out of town for long anymore and I check up on him on a regular basis when I'm home, because as crappy of a person as I may be to the rest of the world, he's my baby brother and I'd do pretty much anything for him.
So that's me... and if anyone was wondering what happened to the hot girlfriend, she got fat, so I dumped her and got with her best friend, because I'm a great guy, and he best friend was too hot for words. And into yoga. I miss her and her bendiness, I wonder where she is now a days...
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